Rumors reached the hero that Queen Laila was under threat. A cult of dark mages, seeking the power of the Abyss, had infiltrated the capital. Despite his vow to stay away, the hero found his feet moving toward his old home. He arrived at the palace like a silent storm, his presence making the very walls tremble with gravity.
He found Laila in the throne room, surrounded by shadows. The mages were chanting a spell to rip her soul out and offer it to the King of Sloth. The hero didn't use his blade; he simply walked into the room, and the mages collapsed, their bones snapping under the pressure of his aura. Laila looked at the glowing figure, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and terror. "Who are you?" she whispered. The hero wanted to say his name, to tell her about the naps they took together, but he found that the words were gone. He had saved too many lives; the memory of his own name had been the latest price he paid. He simply stood there, a god protecting a queen, unable to even tell her why he cared.