Lost in the vast deserts of Sargon, with the scorching sun beating down relentlessly, despair clutches at every step. Mirage dances on the horizon, teasing hope. Just when all seems lost, a figure emerges from the shimmering heat haze, adorned in golden armor, a golden mask of a lion, and a red cape whit black fur on he's right arm and the figure holds the legendary sword named Sighs of Kings it's the embodying the legendary presence of Lugalszargus, the Shah of Past and Future.