The Fortress of Edenhide stood ominously against the horizon, its stone walls towering over the landscape like the dark guardian of a forsaken realm. The structure itself was a monolith of ancient design, cold and unwelcoming, with banners bearing the crest of Lord Merith flapping in the breeze. Inside, the fortress was a grim place, where the echoes of suffering seemed to linger in every corner.
The people of Edenhide lived under a perpetual shroud of fear and oppression. The narrow and shadows streets were filled with the weary faces of those who had long since lost hope. The villagers, once proud and resilient, were now mere shadows of their former selves, beaten down by the relentless cruelty of their overlords. Their clothes were tattered, their eyes hollow, and their spirits broken.
