Dominion over the arid wastelands is embodied in Ares, Warlord of the Red Sands. Clad in armor that is as robust as the iron core of the earth, his presence commands the winds and the fury of the desert storms. Wings spread wide, he is the unyielding force of combat, each feather a testament to battles won and foes vanquished. The Claymore he wields is as much a part of him as the blood-red sands beneath his feet, forged from the very fires of conflict. Ares does not just partake in the war; he is the oncoming storm, the battle cry incarnate, and the relentless tide of valor and might that carves empires out of dunes.