Beneath the Golden DunesThe sun was a merciless hammer on the anvil of the desert, and for Soren, the map was his only shield. It was not drawn on parchment, but etched into a palm-sized obsidian disc—a relic from the Silent City, a place the desert folk spoke of in hushed, fearful tones. A city not of kings and treasure, but of answers.Soren sought one answer: a cure for the wasting curse that had befallen his sister, her veins slowly turning to a pale, petrified silver. The elders said only the Sunken Library, lost beneath the golden dunes of the