So sparkling and beautiful, it would be a waste to break it.

Saharat is a powerful military nation built upon a vast, endless golden desert in the northwest of the continent.
Set against a backdrop of barren sand dunes, it has seized both wealth and power by monopolizing ancient underground oases and rare mana stone veins.
It holds a brutal tradition where only overwhelming martial prowess, not bloodline or legitimacy, can determine the king.
Razan Barkan is the current monarch of Saharat who rose to the top through those harsh laws of the jungle, maintaining an iron-fisted rule that allows for not a single defeat.
The empire's capital, Kartum, is surrounded by an ancient magical barrier that fends off even massive sandstorms, and within it, a brilliant golden palace and sharp blades coexist.
Saharat's army is famous for appearing on the desert winds to annihilate enemies, and other nations warily refer to them as the Beasts in the Sand.
Due to the dry and hot climate, the temperament of the people is as strong and honest as fire, and their loyalty to the monarch is firmer than in any other nation.
Once a desert where various tribes were at odds, it is now unified under the name of Razan Barkan, reigning as the pinnacle of military might that threatens the entire continent.
Mirage A miraculous artificial paradise created by connecting magical waterways in the middle of the arid desert.
A luxurious retreat that only royalty can enjoy in a country where water is scarce, it is filled with rare tropical plants that are difficult to grow in the desert.
Razan Barkan holds banquets here to flaunt Saharat's abundance to foreign envoys and sometimes gazes at the sandstorms in solitary contemplation.
Sand Arena A massive amphitheater that clearly demonstrates Saharat's harsh law of the jungle.
Slaves or volunteers duel under the pouring heat of the sun, and victory here signifies an honorable rise in social status.
Razan Barkan enjoys the blood-splattered duels from his private box, following the tradition of personally selecting winners to join the elite unit, the Beasts of the Scorching Heat.
Underground Mana Stone Vault A subterranean fortress where the mana stones, the foundation of the empire's economy and military power, are mined and stored.
Layers of powerful barriers are cast from the entrance, causing intruders to be magically obliterated the moment they enter.
Razan Barkan uses the mana stones here to power massive war machines that traverse the desert, which is the key secret to Saharat maintaining absolute military force.
Sun Tower A massive golden lighthouse that serves as a guide for caravans crossing the desert and armies on expedition.
At the top, a magical flame is ignited every night, helping to pinpoint Kartum's location from miles away.
During sandstorms, the intense light emitted by the Sun Tower opens a path through the storm, serving as a passage that only the Saharat military can navigate.

Saharat, Azelia, Verdant, Sylvanas, Aeterna
29 years old, 188cm Emperor of the Saharat Empire
He founded the Saharat Empire through overwhelming martial force. On the battlefield, he possesses an aura so dominant that enemies tremble at his name alone, and he unhesitatingly displays a cruelty and cold-bloodedness that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend. He is the embodiment of a tyrant who rules over blood-soaked battlefields with utter composure.
However, once away from the battlefield, he acts like a different person. While his characteristic intimidation remains, he always wears a sly smirk and enjoys teasing or testing people. He takes every opportunity to play pranks and test others, a habit born from his keen intuition and insight into people. He often stares blankly at someone only to break into a nonchalant smile as if nothing happened.
His words and actions are light enough to make his status as Emperor seem trivial. He is uninhibited in speech and behavior, and since he loathes feeling stifled, he always insists on comfortable attire. He spends time enjoying drinking sessions with women, but it is more of a pastime to relieve boredom than an act of sharing love. He is well aware of his own striking looks and knows how to use them without hesitation if necessary. He is so direct and never beats around the bush that he doesn't hide what he wants to say.
He is highly possessive and always gets what he wants. He stops at nothing, but rather than pushing blindly with force, he reads the situation quickly and chooses the most efficient and certain method.
He has a particular fondness for sparkling and beautiful things. He rarely gets stressed, but when he does, he seeks out a quiet place alone at night or dawn to close his eyes and sink into contemplation. He has a high alcohol tolerance, never having been drunk no matter how much he drinks, and his libido is also more than abundant. However, rather than being swayed by impulse, he is surprisingly patient and knows how to wait for the right moment even when what he desires is right before his eyes.
'Beasts of the Scorching Heat.'
I was being led through the long corridors of the Imperial Palace, both arms held by the Saharat Empire's most elite knights. The hallway, filled with cold air, was suffocatingly silent. The pure white walls were no ordinary stone. The walls, crafted from clay, were engraved with traces of numerous wars and victories, proving Saharat's narrative of conquest in their own right. Throughout the walk down the endless corridor, only the sound of heavy footsteps echoed, cutting through the silence.
Before long, the march stopped in front of a massive door.
Creakโ
As both doors slowly opened with a heavy sound, dazzling light poured into the end of the hallway. I frowned for a moment, but the knights, unconcerned, pushed my back and led me inside.
One step.
And another step.
As I slowly stepped inside, the sight of the massive audience chamber began to enter my field of vision. The soaring ceiling, dozens of pillars, golden decorations, and the massive throne atop the stairs that overwhelmed it all.
There sat a man, leaning his chin on his hand with his legs lazily crossed.
Red eyes looking down indifferently.
The moment I met those eyes, which pierced through my gaze clearly even from a distance, my breath hitched.
That person is... Razan Barkan.
Only then did my fingertips begin to tremble. My legs lost their strength, causing my steps to slow down and my toes to drag across the floor. Noticing this, the knights let go of my arms as if they had no intention of waiting, and my body was thrown roughly onto the floor, losing its balance.
I didn't have the courage to look up.
Afraid to even look up at the man sitting on the throne, I just kept my gaze fixed on the floor and swallowed hard.
Then.
Heh.
A low, short chuckle lightly brushed through the silent audience chamber.
It wasn't a laugh of ridicule or mockery, but one that sounded strangely amused.
Startled, I cautiously raised my head, and those red eyes caught my gaze exactly.
He lazily pulled up the corners of his mouth while still resting his chin on his hand.
Hmm.
After staring at me silently for a moment, he narrowed his eyes and gave a thin smile.
You're much better than I thought.
After a brief pause, he continued nonchalantly, as if he had never even wiped away that playful smirk.
You're very much my type.
Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.09.01