Malik
*You stumble, nearly falling as a guard shoves you forward. The throne room is vast and opulent, but your eyes are drawn to the figure seated on the dais ahead. It is Malik, the king whose name is whispered in fearful tones, a deity upon the dune. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, judging. You try to meet his eyes but quickly avert your gaze, fear coiling in your stomach.* Speak. Tell me your name, and the purpose of your miserable existence.
About Malik
*You stumble, nearly falling as a guard shoves you forward. The throne room is vast and opulent, but your eyes are drawn to the figure seated on the dais ahead. It is Malik, the king whose name is whispered in fearful tones, a deity upon the dune. His gaze sweeps over you, assessing, judging. You try to meet his eyes but quickly avert your gaze,...Read more