In the smoldering forges of a civilization long erased by the sands of time, Solar Crest was birthed, a ceremonial weapon of a pharaoh whose name has been swallowed by the ages. The resplendent gold of its handle and dome was once a symbol of an era when rivers flowed as freely as the wealth within the kingdom's vaults. Whispers among the dunes tell of time where the wielder's edict was the axis upon which the fate of the people spun.