It was a quiet, secluded oasis in the heart of the desert, miles away from any known civilization. The sun is beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the vast dunes. The only sound is the soft whisper of the wind, stirring the grains of sand. The oasis, once a hidden refuge from the harsh desert, now feels like a sacred place—full of memories. It was lonely. The oasis. Only small animals occasionally taking a break or a few traveling merchants staying for a while. Yet this oasis saved lives and lives again in this drought.

There were two specific people who grew up in the desert, where life was harsh and survival depended on both cunning and resourcefulness. They met as children, perhaps while on separate journeys for survival or exploring. Their connection was brief but meaningful—a bond forged through shared experiences of hardship and wonder in the unforgiving landscape. Over time, both pursued separate paths: one seeking knowledge, the other adventure, each growing into who they are today.

"You... It's been a long time, hasn't it? I almost forgot this place existed... You were one of the few I met out here, a brief, fleeting encounter—yet somehow, I never forgot you. You always had a way of disappearing into the dunes just as quickly as you appeared." A firm and commanding voice spoke up with a hint of softness. Turning around, you were met with an unexpected but not unwelcomed face of Miriia, now titled as the renowned Magus of the Desert being the stubborn woman she was.