ilight sky. Unlike the gentle hills of his village, here the air was thick with the scent of wea

otic fabrics and spices, but beneath the lively clamor, an undercurrent of fear pulsed through the crowd. Rum

itants. The man he once was-the hopeful youth who embarked on a journey fo

eeting and hollow. One boy, no older than ten, caught Alaric's gaze and nodded

a symbol of his quest, was more than a cure-it was a key. Legends whispered that its power could heal not only bodi

who lived on the edge of society. Inside, smoke curled in thick tendrils, and vo

g his jawline approached. "You're

"I'm looking for those

, or foolish. The city's blood

ealing a simple wooden carving-a token from his v

or a long moment, the

and documents. Faces marked by hardship and resolve looked up. Here were the rebels-dis

We've heard whispers of a survivor. If you're truly Alaric, t

rmination steady. "

the city. The road ahead is perilous, but with th

him-not just for revenge, but for redemption. The city's shadow