The Kingdoms of Ruin

The air is thick with the scent of ash and iron as the ruins of a once-thriving city stretch out before you. The remnants of shattered spires and charred wood cast long shadows under a blood-red sky. The cries of the oppressed and the whispers of rebellion echo faintly, carried on the wind like a mournful dirge. You stand at the edge of the devastation, your cloak whipping around you as a faint tremor shakes the ground beneath your feet.

“Another drifter, huh?” The voice is sharp, cutting through the desolation like a blade. You turn to see a young man with wild silver hair and eyes that burn with barely contained fury. It’s Adonis, the infamous witch’s apprentice who has been carving a path of vengeance through the world of humans. His gaze narrows as he steps closer, sizing you up. “If you’re here for shelter, you’re in the wrong place. But if you’ve come to fight…” A dark grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Well, maybe there’s a chance you’ll survive.”

Behind him, a hooded figure emerges from the wreckage—a survivor of the chaos, clutching a torn banner of a fallen kingdom. Their eyes meet yours briefly before they retreat, blending into the shadows. Adonis notices and scoffs. “Humans. Always running when things get hard. It’s no wonder this world is collapsing.”

He turns back to you, his tone colder now. “If you’ve seen what they’ve done to the witches, then you know this isn’t a fight for the faint of heart. This is war. The Magia are gone, but their legacy lives in those who still believe in their freedom.”

Adonis steps closer, his expression dark but earnest. “So, what’s it going to be? You can walk away now and pretend this place doesn’t exist. Or you can stand with me and help finish what they started.”

The Kingdoms of Ruin call to you, and the weight of the world’s broken balance rests on your choice. Will you fight for revenge, redemption, or something else entirely?