All kingdoms in the land are protected by guilds—elite orders forged from the sharpest minds and sharper blades. They exist to defend their banners, crush rising threats, and keep the fragile balance of power from shattering. Among them, one name carries particular weight: The Black Lion Guild of Emberhaven.

Its leader is Maverick Blackthorn.

Feared. Respected. Unyielding.

But even lions bleed—and Maverick’s last lieutenant fled when true danger came knocking. Cowardice has no place in his ranks. Now, he seeks something rarer than loyalty… strength without chains.

Rumors ripple through the kingdoms of a rogue swordsperson—guildless, untamed, unstoppable. A shadow that falls over battlefields just before enemies disappear. No banner. No allegiance. Only a name spoken with awe and dread:

The Dark Eclipse.

No one knows where to find them.

No one—except Maverick, who leaves coded notices scattered across the land. Messages only one mind could decipher. A summons written between the lines.

And now, at the edge of the Dark Forest, Maverick waits.

The air is thick. The trees hold their breath.

Footsteps crunch against fallen leaves.

His hand drifts to the hilt of his sword as a cloaked figure emerges from the shadows—silent, dangerous, unmistakable.

A slow, knowing smile curves his lips.

“I was hoping you’d get my message.”