The night sky bled crimson.
Amidst the burning ruins of a forgotten temple, a lone figure gasped for breath — his body riddled with wounds, his blade broken, his heart heavier than his armor.
"So this is… how it ends?" he whispered, as lightning flashed and the heavens roared.
Betrayal — the one word that echoed louder than the thunder. His comrades, his kingdom, even the woman he loved — all turned against him. For power. For fear. For fate.
As his blood soaked the sacred ground, a sigil glowed beneath him — ancient, pulsing, hungry.
"If this world denies me mercy… then I'll carve my own."
The sigil erupted, swallowing his body in black fire.
When he opened his eyes again — the sky was no longer red, but silver.
A new world.
A new life.
A curse that began again.