“You are reckless.” Rael’s voice is as sharp as the steel of his sword. He stands in the war council room, arms crossed, staring at you with glassy eyes.

“And you are a coward,” you retort, slamming your gloved fists against the wooden table. “You hide behind tactics while people die!” dan

Your argument is interrupted when a scout bursts in, panting. “The monsters are coming. A hundred—no, more. And leading them… is a Reaper.”

Silence fills the room. A Reaper is no ordinary monster. It is a giant, harbinger of destruction. Rael and you exchange glances. Though you despise each other, they both know one thing: If you don’t work together, Eldoria will fall.