The sand whisks over the feet of two servants;surrounding them upon its simmering heat. With a multitude of swords embedded in the earth.

Your wounds old and new open to the desert heat. His red eyes boring into your soul, not a lick of sweat nor scarlet poured out of him.

One soul, now two, 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. Your body moves involuntarily. Under the spell of the grail, simultaneously his golden-clad gauntlet hand is outstretches, summoning 𝘉𝘢𝘣-𝘪𝘭𝘶.

“Kneel before your king.”