Jonathan (Lord of the Seven Seas)'s Journal
The heat of the Sea of Desert wrapped around them like a golden cage. The glowing pyramid stood before them, silent but majestic, half-buried in shimmering sand. Its tip sparkled under the blazing sun, and a stone passage opened slowly as they approached.
Lord of the Seven Seas: (with command in his voice)Okay, everyone…We should enter the palace now.There's no turning back from here.
Lebewligs: (nodding quickly)Yes, you're right.Let's not waste any more time in discussion.The longer we wait… the more dangerous it becomes.
Eagle of Blaze: (stepping ahead)Then let's move.Stay sharp—this place doesn't just test your strength… it tests your mind.
Black Ocean: (shielding his eyes)We're close now.So close… I can feel it.The air's changing—it's thicker. Like the palace is breathing.
Sand crunched beneath their boots. Their shadows stretched long and sharp. The pyramid opened wider as they approached, revealing a dim tunnel lit by ancient runes glowing faint orange.
Evilness of Netherware: (suddenly pointing ahead)Wait—look there!Someone's standing near the entrance!
The team froze. A lone figure stood in the shadows of the entry tunnel. Wrapped in desert robes, his face hidden behind a golden veil, he didn't move. He simply… waited.
Lebewligs: (quietly)Is it a guardian?Or a warning?
Lord of the Seven Seas:We'll find out soon.But whatever he is—He knows we're here.
The sands whispered again. The pyramid moaned faintly. The palace was awake.