Rosewater Oasis your excellence

samirseti leads arkane to the crest of a sandstone rise where the sun dips low on the horizon, casting the oasis below in hues of gold and amber, its waters shimmering as though ra himself kissed the surface. the hum of life fills the air—birds darting between the palms, the murmur of wolves tending to their duties, and the whisper of wind brushing through the reeds.

pausing at the rocky edge, the pharaoh lifts his scarred foreleg, adorned with kisses of battles past. he gestures broadly to the paradise sprawling beneath them, the heart of vahanet beating strong and steady.

behold, he announces. the lifeblood of our kingdom, given to us by the gods themselves. every drop of water, every blade of grass, every breath taken beneath the shade of these palms—it all exists because the gods willed it so.

he inhales. here i give you power, arkane. here, you take your claim: as my sword.