For years, the tribes of the desert have lived in an uneasy truce. Each tribe dedicated to an elemental spirit, each tribe, and each spirit, nervously eyeing the others. On the surface, all seems to be as usual. But underneath, evil has taken root. In the capital city, whispers abound, whispers of treason and of war. The spirits have foretold it-a storm is coming that will bathe the deserts in the blood of the innocent. Hamalah, devotee of the water...