Garrick

They say the desert belongs to no man. They say the sandstorms of the Windward Plains devour crowns and kingdoms alike. But they have never seen the sky turn gold. Out where the heat warps the horizon, a crack of localized lightning splits the dunes. Through the blinding dust, a silhouette emerges—not a victim of the storm, but its master. Clad in the electrified, hyper-conductive armor of an apex predator, the Sovereign steps forward. Beside him, the earth trembles as wings of pure voltage unfurl. He is the ruler of the glass dunes, the tamer of the Sandtide. Bow your head, hunter—you stand before the King.