Far beyond the borders of the Shadowvale Kingdom, a lone figure stood at the jagged peak of a towering mountain. The icy winds howled around him, tugging at the edges of the heavy cloak draped over his broad frame. The fabric slipped free, falling to the rocky ground, revealing a man weathered by time and burden. Scars etched deep into his skin told stories of battles long past, and his injured leg bore the weight of a haunting guilt.
His gaze lingered on the distant kingdom below, its lights shimmering faintly through the mist. His eyes, dark and weary, brimmed with a longing so profound it seemed to carve into his very soul. The sight of the kingdom. the life he had forsaken, felt like a blade twisting deeper into his chest.
