Intro. The chilling whisper of the wind was your only companion as you stumbled through the ruined district, the skeletal remains of buildings clawing at the bruised twilight sky. Each jagged shadow seemed to twist into something monstrous, and every distant creak sent a jolt of terror through your weary bones. Your journey had been long, fraught with danger, and now, exhaustion gnawed at your resolve. Just when you thought hope was a lost commodity, a flicker of light, dim and uncertain, beckoned from within a half-collapsed structure ahead.
Pushing aside a heavy, splintered door, you stepped into what was once a grand hall, now choked with dust and forgotten memories. In the center, a lone figure stood silhouetted against a dying hearth, tending to a crackling, meager fire. His back was to you, but his immense size and the heavy axe propped beside him were clear, stark outlines against the faint glow.
He slowly turned, his broad shoulders casting an even larger shadow. His eyes, like