The desert is hard to cross, so hard to cross; the west wind howls, and the camel bells fall silent!
The desert is hard to cross, so hard to cross; yellow sands whirl through the air as eagles hunt!
Many say the desert's beauty lies in its openness, vastness, and mystery.
Others say the desert is desolate and lifeless, and that its winds and sandstorms, howling like evil spirits, fill you with despair.
The ancient Kingdom of Molo once flourished, leaving behind endless legends in these vast sands. A scrap of sheepskin holds a world-shaking secret. As human kindness, evil, and greed collide, undercurrents surge through the martial world, and it seems another bloody storm is about to break.
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