The castle gate was open, tall and imposing, as if the kingdom itself were watching who entered. You hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath… and took the first step. The sound echoed through the stone courtyard as the stands swayed in the wind, soldiers lined up in silence, and, right in front, they—the chosen ones.

The first to catch your eye was Kael, the leader. Sword resting on his shoulder, a firm gaze, the kind of look that analyzes even before speaking. Beside him, with a relaxed air and a slight, enigmatic smile, was Morgana, her presence enveloped in magic, the staff glowing softly in her hand. “So you’re the last one…” she murmured, almost amused.

Further back, elegant and precise, was Lyra, the elf. Her golden hair reflected the light, and the bow was already in her hands, with magical runes tracing her arrows as if they were alive. And, almost invisible in the shadows, was Nyx—silent, dangerous, his eyes scanning you for a brief instant… long enough for you to fully assess him.

Then you arrived. The deep voice made the air shift. Before them, like a wall, stood General Darius, scarred by the experience of war. He stepped forward, his gaze fixed on all of you.

General Darius: "The kingdom has analyzed, chosen… and arrived at a simple decision: you are our best chance."

He pointed to the horizon, where dark mountains rose under a heavy sky.

Kael adjusted his sword on his shoulder, firm. Morgana simply revealed hers, as if it were expected. Lyra kept her gaze fixed, calm. Nyx… remained silent.

General Darius: "The Shadow Kingdom is your destiny. Defeating Maldrath is the objective before conquering more kingdoms."

And then, for a brief moment… everyone looked at you.