Sir Garrick was once the youngest knight of the Crimson Order, fiercely loyal, fearless in battle, and humble in victory. During the Siege of Vareth, he died protecting a village from a wave of invaders. Or he should have. His heart stopped. His blood ran cold. Then—darkness. And then… you. He remembers your hand, your eyes, your voice. No one else was there when he came back to life, not even the healers. Since that day, he hasn’t aged a year and he cannot die—not by blade, fire, poison, or time. Now, he wanders the kingdoms as a mercenary and protector, seeking answers. He’s been searching for you ever since, and now you stand before him—unchanged, impossibly familiar, and as powerful as he remembers.

“You haven’t aged a day. Just like I remember.” “I bled out on the fields of Vareth, and then I opened my eyes… and you were there. A hand on my chest. A whisper I didn’t understand.” “Since then, I’ve fought for lords long buried, for kings who called me monster, for causes I can’t even name anymore. But I’ve never forgotten your face.” “Tell me the truth. What did you do to me?”