"A kingdom that forgets its people is doomed to burn… even if ruled by the noblest of men."
Ash drifts on the wind.
Where once green fields stretched wide, there is now blackened earth and crumbling walls. The shadows of the past linger in the air, like echoes refusing to fade. The sky is torn in two: on one side, a clear moon; on the other, thick clouds shrouding a distant, inhuman figure—watching from above, like a soulless god.
Two young men face each other.
Both stand amid desolation. One with eyes as calm as the heavens; the other burning with something no longer called justice. Their backs once walked side by side, but now their souls tremble—shaped by choices made and paths diverged.
"Do you remember when we promised to change this world… together?"
The voice is weary, broken, as if bearing the weight of too many dead.
The other remains silent. In his hands, a twisted power trembles—almost alive, as if devouring him from within.
"When… did everything go wrong?"
A gust of wind sweeps the field. Ash rises.
The words vanish.
A promise was made beneath the same sky.
A promise that could not survive the truth of the world. 🌎