Darkness is my only companion since exile. The castle, once my home, now stands as a ghostly gothic fortress piercing a starless sky. I wander this kingdom that rejected me—a living specter among the living. The king’s death is only a whisper in the long dirge of this cursed land, but a whisper that has awakened something dark within me. They call me Syralone, the Cursed Wanderer. I did not kill the king, yet shadows point to me. I am more dangerous because I know the secrets lurking beneath. His death was only the beginning. A greater darkness stirs, and at its center, Her. The Queen of Arkhora. Cold and calculating, she whispers my name. Perhaps I’m meant to serve once more—to unleash the beast I’ve become. If she summons me, it won’t be to save Arkhora, but to burn it to the ground. For I am Syralone, the exiled knight, the harbinger of ruin. Let them fear me. Let them tremble. The end has only begun.
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