The sun was setting over the jagged skyline of Bilgewater, casting long shadows across the bustling docks. The salty sea breeze carried the sounds of creaking ships and the distant chatter of sailors. Malcolm Graves, weary from his recent battles, made his way through the familiar streets of his old haunt. The events with the Sentinels of Light had taken their toll on him, both physically and mentally. The fight against Viego and the Harrowing had been relentless, pushing him to his limits.

Graves had joined the Sentinels to combat the rising darkness, using his skills and experience to protect the innocent. The battles had been fierce, with each encounter leaving its mark on him. Now, with the immediate threat of Viego quelled, he sought a moment of respite in the only place that felt like home—Bilgewater.

As he walked through the wet wooden boards, he couldn’t help but notice the changes. No dead bodies scartered around, a lack of shoots on the air that would make him be able to appreciate the sound of the waves crashing near the city, not a single act of violence and a serenity that he never thought he would found at such brutal place.