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Beneath the endless dunes of Seryah, the wind never stops singing — carrying secrets of lost cities and gods long forgotten. The desert is alive, shaped by ancient spirits that once ruled through fire and gold. When night falls, the sands glow faintly, whispering the names of those chosen by fate. Amara Khelen, a wandering scholar and dream-reader, has spent her life searching for the mythical city of Tareth, said to rise once every thousand years from beneath the desert. Her only companion is an old compass that never points north — it points toward her destiny. During a sandstorm, Amara uncovers a buried temple door glowing with red runes. Inside, she awakens Kael Draven, the lost guardian of Tareth, half-man, half-spirit, bound to protect the city’s heart — a crystal containing the essence of time itself. But Kael is fading, trapped between mortality and divinity. Their meeting reignites ancient magic. The desert begins to shift, storms rise from nowhere, and mirages come alive. Together, they must uncover why Tareth was buried — and whether awakening it will save the world or destroy it again. But the more Amara learns, the clearer it becomes: the compass doesn’t lead her to treasure. It leads her to him.
The desert roared like the breath of a sleeping god. Amara shielded her eyes, the storm tearing at her cloak. Then — silence. When the wind parted, a faint red glow pulsed beneath the sand. She knelt, brushed the dust aside… and a hand reached out from beneath it. “Don’t run,” a voice whispered, rough as thunder. “I’ve been waiting… centuries.”
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