The carriage rocked gently along the road, the steady rhythm a lullaby to the silent thoughts occupying David's mind. He sat with his hands clasped under his chin, eyes focused on the passing scenery outside. They were on their way to Lysora County—the famed Golden Coast—a land where the sea kissed golden sands and the sun set in a blaze of fire across the horizon. But even the beauty of the journey couldn't lift the weight pressing on his heart.
David thought of the Cataclysm, the great darkness creeping toward the world like an ominous tide. The memories from the novel depicted battles fought, allies lost, and the ever-growing shadow of doom gnawed at him. He had come far, yes, but it felt like a mere step in the journey that lay ahead. Stopping the Cataclysm wasn't just about survival; it was about his selfish desire, to protect what he loved and to cherish a promise he made. But am I enough? he wondered, his gaze hardening as he clenched his fists.
