In the distant past, the once-bountiful Aralqum Plains were the domain of giants. These colossal beings devoured everything in their path, leaving behind nothing but a barren desert.
Their thirst was as immense as their bodies, and when the plains could no longer quench it, they enslaved humankind, draining mortals of their blood. Every day, thousands perished.
Then, on a night so dark the moon itself had fled, the Tungi Anshy of the Tengri
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