Prologue: Hidden Danger
Imagine a desolate place devoid of plants, where water is rarer than gold. That is the Nihal desert. It is a place full of mysteries and dangers. Hundreds of travelers attempted to cross the desert, only to succumb to exhaustion and dehydration. Those that survive speak of the immerse suffering caused by the blazing heat of the sun and the blistering sand that drains away energy with every step. To make things worse, violent clouds of golden sand appear frequently, burying everything in its path. And yet many still attempt to enter, for there is a wealth of treasures to be obtained from the desert for those who managed to conquer it.
Deep within the Nihal desert lies the sandy dunes of the Nett pyramid. Many brave visitors attempt to challenge the pyramid, for clearing the pyramid's trials promises a hefty reward: equipment that is blessed by the Pharaoh. On the other side of the desert, a mysterious town focused on alchemy can be found. It has been said that late at night, a green abomination created from alchemy can be found wandering the streets, looking for its next victim. And now, there is a new addition to the desert. And it is unlike anything the residents have ever seen.
"Sir! We have found it." A knight shouted.
Hearing this, Neinheart turned around. "Bring me to it," he commanded. The knight quickly snapped off a salute, turned around and began walking towards the excavation site. "Finally," Neinheart thought to himself. "Let's hope this trip here is worth it."
"Sir, this is it." The knight gestured towards a giant obelisk.
Looking at the majestic size of the obelisk, Neinheart's jaw dropped in amazement. "So, the legend of Azwan was true after all." He mumbled to himself before turning around to face the knights still excavating the area. "This is it men! We have found the lost town of Azwan. According to the information we received, there are still spirits trapped in Azwan." Looking at the eager faces of his men, he continued, "We will set up camp here. Prepare your gears by tonight. Tomorrow, we will start the liberation of Azwan!"
As soon as he finished his speech, the roaring cheers of the knights drowned out every other sound in desert. A small smile flickered across Neinheart's face as he watched the knights scurry about, preparing their weapons and setting up a base camp. "Guess there will be a lot of reports to write about this," he mumbled as he prepares for his trip back to Ereve.