As you catch your breath, the cold wind bites at your skin. The once-great kingdom of Eldoria burns behind you, its golden towers now twisted silhouettes against a sky choked with ash. You are alone—no banners to follow, no orders to obey. Only the weight of your own survival and the distant echoes of screams remain.
Then, a voice—faint, like a whisper carried by the wind.
"You must not stop. The darkness spreads. The choices you make will shape what remains."
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