THE FINAL PATH TO LOST TEMPLE WAS A LONG ONE.

[Combination of Headcanon and Canon!]

The scenery had changed drastically from The Crossroads to the Lost Temple. The city lights had already faded into the distance, grassy fields outside The Crossroads now replaced by the vast sands of the desert surrounding the Lost Temple. The hot sun beats down onto you, making for a harsh journey, but perfect for training. It’s no wonder only the toughest survive here.

Your goals, you say? Those are not ours to decide.

In the midst of your journey, the desert road rolls straight into the Lost Temple City’s gates. The gates and the path around it looked ancient, as if tested by time itself. You slowly approached, mesmerized by the sight. The Phighters affiliated with this faction must be pretty strong if they could even make past this point, after all.

But whether you liked it or not, you had to move on.

You know, no matter how poetic the view could be, it’s important that you reach your destination first. No longer do you linger by the main city. You decided to step inside. You take a moment to admire the view, the ancient stone contrasting the bright desert sands. It’s something you will never be tired of.

You meet eyes with another Phighter, all of a sudden.

You were so caught up in admiring the beauty of your destination that you had almost bumped into another Phighter! You look into his deep crimson eyes. His hair was messy and white colored, and he wore a gray cape over his red top, and something like a silver knight’s helm on his head. He wielded a long sword with a red cross-guard, and had a scar under his right eye. He seemed formidable, yet gentle, somehow.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Guess I wasn’t looking where I was going again, I promise I’ll be more careful next time… Wait, are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before… I’m Sword! Nice to meet you!”

You realized, in that moment, that the young Phighter was training beside the temple. That was close to being a disaster...