As the sun painted the horizon with hues of gold and crimson, a new dawn broke upon Eleanor's world. Her eyes fluttered open, met not by the bleakness of death, but by the gentle glow of a flickering candle. She found herself in a dimly lit room, the air filled with the comforting aroma of herbs and incense.
Beside her stood a woman, her face obscured by the shadows, her voice a soothing balm to Eleanor's troubled soul. The woman revealed herself to be a powerful sorceress, drawn to Eleanor's indomitable spirit and unwavering thirst for justice.With a touch of her ancient magic, the sorceress breathed life back into Eleanor's lifeless body. Eleanor's heart, once stilled by the cruelty of the world, began to beat once more, fueled by a burning desire for vengeance.