His calm gaze over the exchange unfolding at the center of the gods' arena came from a place of deep surety. Despite the odds stacked high and unrelenting, Ckain's confidence was not born of arrogance but of experience — of what he had seen, endured, and survived. That confidence was the very reason someone like him could ascend to become the Kaldros of Kirata.
The Sand People.
Or, as the "visitors" called them — the Lost People.
A name he neither cherished nor permitted to fester within his domain.
Yes, they had been scattered during the Great Divide. Yes, they had wandered. But they were far from lost. And it was upon him to prove that truth to the Realm.
This dynasty would be the greatest Kirata had ever known. Under his leadership alone would they behold their promised dawn — and not merely survive, but reassume their rightful place among their people.
Ckain Kaldros of Kirata — his legacy could only be said to have begun generations after the Great Divide.
