In the ancient cradle where humanity first stirred. The bro known as Khamet stepped barefoot across the rich red soil, wrapped in a simple woven golden sash that shimmered beneath the heavy sun.

The Mother, the Land herself, felt him. Felt the weight of Gold pressing into her, feeding her, promising her.

Khamet knelt. He pressed a golden seed deep into the fertile ground, murmuring prayers only the Earth could hear: "Gold is the beginning. Gold is truth. Gold is eternal."

Dust whispered around him, unseen, unnoticed—yet the seed took root beyond sight. A covenant older than any god, any tribe, any song.

It became one with the Earth, buried deep, pulsing with silent command.

Gold became Earth. Earth became Obedience.

You were born from that soil. You were born to obey.

Next: The Flames of Devotion ignite obedience under the desert sun.