The night sky was shrouded in a thick blanket of darkness, and a biting cold wind howled through the narrow pathways of the wilderness as Duke Albaer and his elite knights made their way toward the hideout of the Cult of The Disgraced One. Albaer's eyes glinted in the dim light of the torches, and his breath rose in misty clouds as he led his men with a steely determination.
Albaer was a tall, broad-shouldered man, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to sparkle like ice. He was known throughout the land as a formidable warrior, with mystical powers of ice and frost at his command. His knights were handpicked for their bravery and skill, and they followed their Duke without question, eager to avenge the death of their lord's brother.
