Far beyond fertile kingdoms lies the great Desert of Zaron, where endless winds have shaped both the land and its people. The Elves of Zaron are distinguished by their obsidian-black skin, a mark of generations beneath the desert sun. Swift, disciplined, and deeply devoted to duty, they have learned to survive where few others can. Every warrior moves with the precision of the wind itself, carrying elegant spears and curved blades that reflect centuries of martial tradition. To outsiders the desert appears empty. To the Elves, it is alive with memory, wisdom, and the quiet voice of the Most High.