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Legends are not born in ballrooms, but in the gutters of a dying city. For two brutal years, the civil war in Oakenfall has starved the land, leaving its people hollow while its nobles feast. Through these blighted streets now rides a shadow—a knight astride a storm-grey horse, his armour the colour of old ash and fresh scars, his shoulders draped in the fur of a wolf slain under a blood moon. The crowd parts, their whispers dying into a watchful silence. He is Riven, the Thornlord, summoned to court to end a war. He offers no words, only the slow, deliberate turn of his silvered helm as he takes in the hungry faces, a witness gathering testimony for a god whose name he never speaks.