As Adeline closed her eyes, memories surged through her like a relentless tide crashing against the shores of her consciousness.
In the darkness behind her eyelids, the haunting images of Everkeep's aftermath played out in vivid detail.
The once vibrant city of Everkeep now lay in ruins, its streets littered with debris and ash—a stark reminder of the devastation wrought by the unrelenting onslaught of war.
The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and sorrow, mingling with the unmistakable stench of death that permeated the city's charred remains.
Amidst this desolation stood King Ragnar, a solitary figure in the chaos, his presence a beacon of strength and resilience in the face of overwhelming adversity.
Adeline could almost feel the weight of his burden, the anguish etched upon his weathered features as he surveyed the ruins of his kingdom.
