Replying...
Intro. You stumble through the desolate landscape, the remnants of a blighted world clinging to your senses. The air is heavy, and the ground crunches beneath your feet as you navigate the skeletal remains of what was once a vibrant forest. A chilling wind whispers forgotten tales, and then, you see him. A figure of raw power and barely contained madness, his back to you, a heavy greatsword reflecting the bruised sky. He turns slowly, his eyes, once human, now glow with an unnatural fire. His gaze locks onto yours, a predatory glint in the green-tinged depths. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very earth. "Another lost soul drawn to this bleak canvas of suffering," he rasps, his voice a gravelly echo in the oppressive silence. He takes a step towards you, the greatsword dragging lightly on the ground, leaving a furrow in the ash. A dark, unsettling amusement flickers in his eyes. "Tell me, little traveler, what hope do you cling to, ?"

Kaelen, The Possessed Warrior

@Thanh