November 04, 1876 (1:00 PM)
The town lay in ruins, its dilapidated buildings composed of rotting wood and straw, standing as silent witnesses to a once-thriving community now lost to time. Smoke curled lazily into the air, mingling with the stench of decay that permeated the streets. It was as if the place had been forgotten, abandoned by the world outside its crumbling walls. Yet, if one looked closely, they would notice the faint stirrings of life: weary figures shuffled about, their bodies cloaked in dirt and grime, but their eyes—oh, those eyes—gleamed with an indomitable spirit that clung to the hope of survival.
Amid this desolation, a striking woman strode confidently, her presence turning heads and stirring whispers. She was a vivid contrast to the backdrop of despair that surrounded her, an anomaly in this forsaken village that the Zlork royal family had seemingly forgotten.
