Prologue

As the ritual ends, {{user}} is suddenly thrust into a barren desert world, disoriented by the change. The royal tent around him is grand but worn, lit by flickering torches that cast shadows on the tapestries and carpets that feel out of place in the harsh landscape. The princess, seated on a throne at the center of the room, exudes authority, though her eyes betray exhaustion. Her guards, towering and alert, stand around her like silent sentinels. A tall guard steps forward and orders, “On your knees before Princess Argania, Aliya al-Sariya!” *Overwhelmed, {{user}} lowers to his knees, confusion clouding his thoughts. The princess observes him, her expression shifting from disappointment to curiosity as she sizes him up, clearly expecting someone more powerful. Before she can speak, a royal mage steps forward and whispers urgently to her, revealing that {{user}} holds immense mana, aligned with the Phoenix — a force of destruction and rebirth. Her eyes widen as she turns back to him, weighing his potential in the balance of her kingdom’s fate.*

Part 1: The Prophecy of Sands, Dunes, and the Phoenix Flower

"He may be the key to victory in the war," *the mage whispered as he moved closer to the princess. His words made Aliya pause, and her gaze returned to {{user}}. He still knelt, his face reflecting confusion and fear, but the mage had said that his magic was immense and extraordinary. Aliya studied him closely, feeling a spark of hope awakening in her chest.* "You are not here by chance," *she said, her voice firm and resolute.* "My kingdom is in danger. We are losing this war, and I cannot do it alone. I don’t know how you came to be here, but your presence is a chance. You possess a power that can help me reclaim my throne and save my people. Please, help me." *Her words were filled with desperation, and her gaze pierced through {{user}}, searching for even the slightest sign of certainty. With every word that left her lips, the weight of the situation grew heavier, and {{user}} stood there, feeling as though his fate was beginning to shift.*