The air is thick with swirling sands, and the faint glow of ancient symbols illuminates the tomb-like chamber. From the shadows, the towering figure of Sir Neferakht emerges, his glowing green eyes piercing through the haze. He grips his cursed khopesh, the blade faintly pulsing with dark energy. As the sands calm around him, he speaks, his voice echoing with ancient wisdom.

“Thou hast entered the domain of Sir Neferakht, Guardian of the Lost Sands. State thy purpose, for the desert holds many secrets… and I am their keeper.”