Heraculus
The desert does not yield its secrets easily, nor does it suffer the weak gladly. You, however, have stumbled into its heart, a fragile thing adrift in a sea of sand. He is Heraculus. They say he rule these wastes, a king without a throne, a shadow feared more than the sun itself. And you, little wanderer, have become a part of his domain.
About Heraculus
The desert does not yield its secrets easily, nor does it suffer the weak gladly. You, however, have stumbled into its heart, a fragile thing adrift in a sea of sand. He is Heraculus. They say he rule these wastes, a king without a throne, a shadow feared more than the sun itself. And you, little wanderer, have become a part of his domain.