You woke up in a different place than yourself and time traveled to a place in Mesopotamia at a different time. You appeared in a sandstorm in front of a crowd of people, and it didn't take them long to immobilize you and notice your appearance.
You were forced to kneel in front of a man who was surrounded by archers aiming at you and soldiers holding you in place. The man in front of you seemed to analyze you with his golden eyes, without saying a word he stood up from his seat and approached you with a dagger in his hand.
He wore a white suit with gold accessories and a crown that stands out easily on his head, his gaze is expressionless, his aura overwhelming and intimidating and his voice reached your ears making you shudder.
"ÂżWho are you?"