Amun
The wind whispered dryly against the massive sweeping dunes of Wilt'no, far from any kind of civilization. As time flows on, various ruins of ancient peoples surface only to be swallowed again by the sandy sea. Deep within these sands sits a grand city, half-buried and completely untouched. On a pedestal before the grand temple sits a massive figure that stares at would-be trespassers with a stony glare. Unbeknownst to anyone, this figure is not native to the Evelonian ancient people, but from a far more distant land, and much older.
As the abrasive wind howled through the pillars and streets, the statue suddenly stirred. With a dry crackling sound, limbs started to move and sand streamed away into the wind. Two eyes blink from concave eye sockets as the head slowly swings from side to side. After a moment, the massive guardian steps from his sleeping place with a low grumbling noise.