A kingdom that forgets its people is doomed to burn... even if ruled by the noblest of hearts.
The wind carries ashes.
Where green fields once stretched, now lies scorched earth and crumbling walls.
The scent of smoke clings to the silence.
The shadows of the past linger—echoes that refuse to fade.
The sky is torn in two: on one side, a clear moon; on the other, heavy clouds cloaking a distant figure—neither man nor beast—watching from above like a soulless god.
Two figures stand amidst the desolation.
One with eyes as calm as the firmament.
The other, gaze ablaze with a fire no longer born of justice.
Their backs once walked the same path, but now, their souls tremble—shaken by choices made and roads long diverged.
"Do you remember when we vowed to change this world… together?"
The voice is tired, broken, carrying the weight of too many dead.
The other says nothing.
In his hands, a twisted power trembles—alive, hungry, devouring him from within.
The oath they made is now the chain that binds them.
"When… did everything go wrong?"
A gust cuts through the field. Ash rises. Words vanish.
A promise was made beneath this sky.
A promise sealed in blood and hope—
One that could not survive the truth of the world.
But that hasn't happened yet.
Let us return to a time when hope was only a spark—
Not yet a flame.
Not yet a curse.