The sun hung high in the sky, an unforgiving golden disc casting its scorching gaze upon the endless dunes of the desert. Waves of heat shimmered across the vast, barren land, distorting the horizon like a mirage. The wind howled, kicking up loose sand that swirled in chaotic patterns, a dance of nature's raw power.
In the sky above, cutting through the currents of hot air with effortless grace, flew a majestic creature—a Wyvern with scales of deep azure, shimmering with streaks of silver. Its massive wings stretched wide, each beat sending gusts of wind rippling through the desert below. Atop this magnificent beast sat a lone rider, her golden hair whipping behind her like a flag of war.
Luna, the Saintess of Light, gripped the reins of her companion—the Wyvern King—with practiced ease. Though the reins were mostly for formality, as the bond between them was deeper than simple commands. They moved as one, an unspoken understanding dictating their flight.
