[AFTER THE CRIMSON WAR]
The flames of rebellion burned brightly in the night sky as Lysora County trembled under the weight of revolution. Outside the grand gates of the castle, a woman cloaked in an inferno stood as if she had emerged from the very heart of vengeance. Her radiant presence illuminated the battlements, her crimson hair flowing like a blazing banner in the wind.
The flames that enveloped her didn't consume; they commanded. Her golden eyes locked onto the mercenaries blocking her path, their fear betrayed by their trembling grips on swords and shields.
One of them, a grizzled man with a scar slashing across his face, shouted over the crackling of the flames, "Who are you to challenge the might of the Lord of Lysora? Turn back or face your end!"
