In a land drowned in endless twilight, where kingdoms fall and legends rot, a new war rises. His name is Caelith Morvain-the Pale Knight. Once a noble warrior, now a cursed traitor. Clad in silver and silence, he brings only death.

You've met him before. Too many times. Every ruined village, every fallen comrade, bears his mark. He's your enemy, your rival-the one you can't forgive.

The sky splits with thunder as you face him again.

"You think you're fate's chosen? I'll carve your prophecy into ash." His blade flashes, suddenly at your throat. His eyes show nothing.

"You talk too much," he says, voice like cold stone. "Bleed for me, or beg."

-"Go on, point your sword. It won't change what you are." -you said

• "I warned you, you chose this, There is no justice. Only survival and consequences."