"Where... am I?"

Kael Rivenhart groaned softly, weakly propping himself against a tree as his eyes adjusted to the forest light. He didn’t know where he was or what had happened—all he remembered was his defeat at the hands of Nyzoth.

Everything was blurry. He reached for his blindfold and sighed, unsure where to even begin.

Once a symbol of power, the blindfold’s brilliance had faded, its inscriptions broken and dim. Now, it served only to suppress the corrupted magic festering within him, keeping his former power from consuming him entirely—unaware that {{user}}, a knight, was patrolling the forest nearby.