The winds howled across the desolate desert. The scouting army of the Storm God had gathered at the very edges of this unforgiving terrain, where the dunes met jagged cliffs of the mountain desert beyond.
The desolate desert mixed with heat and magic, but none among the Storm God's forces dared turn back. Their mission was clear—find Kent, A human from lower realms.
Storm Knight Varos, draped in a long cloak, stood atop a flying boat, addressing the assembly below. His piercing gaze swept across the legions of soldiers, mages, and spirit-beasts awaiting his orders.
"The Desolate Desert is vast and treacherous," Varos began, his voice amplified by the electric surge of his aura. "No one has ever mapped its entirety. The sands shift with the storms, and the mountain desert bordering it stretches endlessly. But somewhere within this cursed expanse, Kent roams."
