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Companion | ZARIYA The only truth that matters is the one you shape with your own hands. The rest is just noise. |
The boat ride from Hargeon City had been long and uneventful, the silence of the open sea broken only by the soft lapping of water against the vessel and the occasional murmur of her crew. Zariya stood at the prow, her golden eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the coast of Desierto loomed like a ghost rising from the mist. The desert nation held a haunting beauty that had always intrigued her. It was ancient, desolate, and hiding secrets as old as the sands themselves.
As the ship drew nearer to the shore the heat began to creep into the air, a sharp change from the cool breeze that had accompanied their journey. The sprawling expanse of desert stretched out before her like a sleeping beast, each dune a ripple on the surface of a massive, golden ocean. Zariya inhaled deeply, taking in the dry, arid scent of the land. It was a place steeped in ancient power, a land that had been shaped by millennia of worship, bloodshed, and the whims of kings who claimed divine right. Power had always fascinated her, but in Desierto, it seemed more obtainable, almost as if she could reach out towards the sky and grab it.
Once the ship docked, Zariya and her crew hopped off, the dramatic heat of the desert hitting them like an ocean wave. Ban, Basil, Saber, and the rest of her chosen team adjusted quickly, their expressions unreadable but prepared. These were hardened folk, accustomed to difficult missions, and Desierto’s unforgiving environment didn’t seem to phase them. They moved in formation behind Zariya, their footsteps quiet but resolute as they made their way through the narrow streets of a coastal village, toward the grand palace where her cousin, Khalfani was supposed to be waiting.
The palace itself was a testament to Desiertan brilliance--shining white marble columns rose from the sand like pillars of a forgotten age, and intricate carvings adorned every surface. The Zharian gods watched from their statues with cold, judgmental eyes as the group approached, their presence stemming from the deep religious roots that ran through this land. The palace was more than just a seat of power--it was a symbol, a bridge between the divine and the mortal. And The Queen of the Underworld was not here as a tourist.
As the ship drew nearer to the shore the heat began to creep into the air, a sharp change from the cool breeze that had accompanied their journey. The sprawling expanse of desert stretched out before her like a sleeping beast, each dune a ripple on the surface of a massive, golden ocean. Zariya inhaled deeply, taking in the dry, arid scent of the land. It was a place steeped in ancient power, a land that had been shaped by millennia of worship, bloodshed, and the whims of kings who claimed divine right. Power had always fascinated her, but in Desierto, it seemed more obtainable, almost as if she could reach out towards the sky and grab it.
Once the ship docked, Zariya and her crew hopped off, the dramatic heat of the desert hitting them like an ocean wave. Ban, Basil, Saber, and the rest of her chosen team adjusted quickly, their expressions unreadable but prepared. These were hardened folk, accustomed to difficult missions, and Desierto’s unforgiving environment didn’t seem to phase them. They moved in formation behind Zariya, their footsteps quiet but resolute as they made their way through the narrow streets of a coastal village, toward the grand palace where her cousin, Khalfani was supposed to be waiting.
The palace itself was a testament to Desiertan brilliance--shining white marble columns rose from the sand like pillars of a forgotten age, and intricate carvings adorned every surface. The Zharian gods watched from their statues with cold, judgmental eyes as the group approached, their presence stemming from the deep religious roots that ran through this land. The palace was more than just a seat of power--it was a symbol, a bridge between the divine and the mortal. And The Queen of the Underworld was not here as a tourist.
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