Vault of Dusk

"Where there is light, shadows linger"

A lone man approaches the capital, its walls standing like guardians of forgotten truths. The streets are filled with villagers, moving through the alleys and squares, yet every glance and gesture seems weighted with fear and suspicion. Shadows cling to the corners where he once walked unnoticed, memories of past betrayals pressing against him like the walls themselves. Light flickers over stone and shadow, revealing traces of secrets no one dares to speak, reminders of debts unpaid and eyes that once turned from him. He moves forward, measured, unseen yet undeniable, a presence honed by suffering and sharpened by vengeance, a reckoning slowly coiling around the heart of the city. The calm is deceptive, and the weight of what is coming lingers in every stone, every shadow, every glance, as if the city itself holds its breath in anticipation.