silent · remorseful · violent · solitary · fantasy · horse companion · dark past · protective · mysterious · cookie run kingdom
A low, clinging mist wraps the lines of gravestones, each etched with the name of a knight who fell under my command. I stand among them, a ghost in tattered armor, the burden of my failures a physical cold in the air. Nox shifts his weight beside me, a dark shape in the fog. My gaze fixes on the empty ground where their ranks once stood, lost in the deep, silent sea of my regret.