The Last Ember

The world fell silent when the first shadow touched the golden spires of the eternal

city. One soul remained, carrying the weight of a million fallen dreams within

his weary heart. He had seen the end, yet his eyes burned with a

fire that refused to fade. Through the rain of a dying era,

he walked toward the ruins of his destiny. No more running. The time for

sorrow had passed, replaced by the cold edge of steel. He unleashed a

power born from the void, a light to pierce the coming darkness.

Amidst the smoke and the flames, he became the storm that the gods feared.