The orange fireball illuminated the small town stretched over a fist-sized land on the world map. Surrounded by an ever-expanding desert, Sahababad was an oasis towards the southern-eastern side of the Persian Gulf that adorned peace and tranquillity as its core characteristic.
So small the landscape was, that the realm had almost forgotten its existence. If it was not for the magnificent structure of the Erga; its funding had long been diverted to anything worthier and the land had been left abundant.
A narrow road that had to be cleaned and cleared off every morning was the only pathway that connected it with the main city.
Back then, it was hardly developed enough to attract investments; some thousand houses, a big bazaar, a small brook that expanded in a pond after some dista
