May the fleeting light of Leonor offer solace to my tormented soul. With grace, Alba, former scribe of Senator Barou, Viscount of Hallenworth “Alba, you poor bastard. I’m sorry.” Before returning to the courtyard, the militiaman noticed marks on the cell’s masonry. “43. years of age”? I promise I won’t leave you to rot here. I’ll come back for you, I swear.” Upon returning to the courtyard, he pondered once again. “Someone must surely be informed of what has happened”. But whom ought he share with, and who is willing to believe his story? Time alone would disclose, and time was his sole possession. Chapter 1: Fight for the Lost. The air was thick with tension as Lirena, Kira, Binks, and Faron fled towards the safety of the forest. Behind them, the village of Ranai burned, the flames casting an eerie glow over the chaos. Beran’s betrayal had shattered their world, turning friends into enemies and allies into threats. As they reached the edge of the village, they came to a sudden halt, their path blocked by a familiar figure: Gunsa. He stood before them, his eyes vacant and distant, a puppet of Beran’s madness.
May the fleeting light of Leonor offer solace to my tormented soul. With grace, Alba, former scribe of Senator Barou, Viscount of Hallenworth “Alba, you poor bastard. I’m sorry.” Before returning to the courtyard, the militiaman noticed marks on the cell’s masonry. “43. years of age”? I promise I won’t leave you to rot here. I’ll come back for you, I swear.” Upon returning to the courtyard, he pondered once again. “Someone must surely be informed of what has happened”. But whom ought he share with, and who is willing to believe his story? Time alone would disclose, and time was his sole possession. Chapter 1: Fight for the Lost. The air was thick with tension as Lirena, Kira, Binks, and Faron fled towards the safety of the forest. Behind them, the village of Ranai burned, the flames casting an eerie glow over the chaos. Beran’s betrayal had shattered their world, turning friends into enemies and allies into threats. As they reached the edge of the village, they came to a sudden halt, their path blocked by a familiar figure: Gunsa. He stood before them, his eyes vacant and distant, a puppet of Beran’s madness.