There was an ancient tribe that lived on the desert-like Agelta Drylands. They built villages along the Emerald Road and were able to pass down their civilization and legacy.
As the prince of Artha Clan, loved adventures. He longed to experience the once glorious culture of the Emerald Road, dreaming that he could one day visit the vast Agelta Drylands and witness its prosperity. Ever since he was young, would often take his squires with him on an adventure along the Emerald Road.
During their adventure, met prince of the Wildsand Clan. The two equally brave young men shared the same passion for adventures, and quickly bonded with each other and developed a strong friendship. Together, they explored the entire Agelta Drylands.
However, the adventure of and was a short one. It was not before long that a disaster befell their Clans. The savage Thornwolf Clan started a war and planned to conquer all Agelta Drylands like Tyrant once did. Faced with merciless enemies, and decided to lead their people and fight against the invaders.
During the war, showed a strong leadership and a great charisma. Every Clan recognized his capability and followed his lead. As time went by, the ambitious lost his spotlight and slowly became resentful. However, did not notice his friend's feelings.
and led the alliance of Clans and drove back their enemies. But it was at the moment when they were about to take control of this war, an accident happened. To turn the tide against their foe, the retreating Thornwolf Clan decided the would go to Ruins of Tivacan and break the seal of . They awakened the dormant Tyrant.
When came back to life, sandstorms raged across all Agelta. And then, the abhorrent sand monsters followed.
Faced with and the sand monsters, was decisive. He ordered his allies to pull back and prepare for future conflicts. But the resentful took ’s decision as an act that lacked courage and responsibility. He challenged in front of the crowd and blamed him for his cowardice. He asked the Clans to follow him and put an end to ’s terror.
However, the leader of each Clan would only listen to . No one answered 's call. The humiliated grew even more resentful. tried to stop him, but wouldn’t listen. He led his people into the desert, eager to prove his capability on the battlefield.
However, and his people were quickly surrounded and cornered by the formidable and the sand monsters. It was a massacre. was faced with a dilemma. He had to choose. The friend who he had fought with for many years, or the life and future of all Clans?
But he couldn't have it both ways. was left with no choice. After a careful consideration, he decided to retreat with the alliance of Clans. After they reached a safe place, took up his scimitar and went back to rescue alone.
But he was too late. The Wildsand Clan was annihilated. Bodies scattered on the ground and was missing. only managed to find his spear.
Followed by the ’s resurrection, the Land of Dawn’s western part fell into chaos once again. Most lands were devoured by quicksand, and the evil sand monsters plagued this once peaceful ancient place. Now carrying the guilt of leaving behind, the determination of vengeance, and the expectation of his people, led his warriors to numerous battles in the next few years. They struggled against and the army of Thornwolf Clan, turning the tide step by step.
In the last battle, charged into a sandstorm, wielding ’s spear, and pierced through the artifact that ’s held in his hand: the Orb of Sand. The orb started to leak quicksands, most of which entered ’s body and gave him the ability to command sands.
The Orb of Sand was shattered, and the sandstorms that once darkened the blue sky were no more. The sand monsters were gone, and the wounded retreated back to Ruins of Tivacan. But so long as the Tyrant and his minions still lived, would always have to carry the heavy responsibility. He prepared himself and his warriors for future battles against the malicious . He took a solemn vow that he would eventually restore peace to the ancient Agelta.
However, deep in the shadow, a familiar figure lurked and spied on ’s every move.
His old friend, , had returned.
