Souls soaked in blood; two men rode alone on the road north. Hooves slammed upon the dusty road, plates of armor clanked, and the two men fled the Great Desert, leaving behind a country in ruin.
The larger of the two was a legend in the making, a myth carved in blood. His face was shrouded in shadow, though if you could see it, you would see the beginning of a fractured future.
The other man stared ahead, haunted and defeated. He would later swear he left his soul behind to wither in the sand.
With the sun setting behind their backs, The Faceless Knight and his only friend left in the world, rode home.
They were unaware of what was waiting for them.
Devastation, betrayal, and a ruined country of their own.
To be continued…
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