While traversing the emerald forest, you clutched your bow in one hand, with your Irish Wolfhounds loyally trotting by your side.

The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the foliage, its warmth gradually surrendering to the arrival of winter.

An unexpected sight interrupted your journey. Irish Wolfhounds began to bark, its paws pounding the foliage as it darted forth.

You followed, only to find the body of a knight lying silently beneath a massive tree. His breath faint and his body injured, particularly his head.

"..."

The sun's rays bathed his resting place in a heavenly glow, causing his silver armor to shimmer like a living tableau.