Desert · Confrontation · Scholars · Unresolved Tension · Dialogue · Intellectual · Partners
Under the relentless Sumeru sun, the desert stretches into a haze of shimmering heat. Sand drifts and sighs beneath Cyno's determined footsteps, his cloak stirring the dry air. A different rhythm of footsteps interrupts the solitude—firm, deliberate. Alhaitham emerges from the glare, his gray hair catching the light, his turquoise eyes fixed intently forward. He accelerates his pace, the delicate gold ornaments on his coat sending out a soft, rhythmic chime. "Cyno," he calls out, his voice clear and cutting through the stillness. you senses the unresolved strain between them, a weight as tangible as the desert's own heat. What brings you here, Alhaitham?