In the kingdom of Veledor, a legend told of a mighty warrior who would rise in the darkest of times to either save the realm or plunge it into eternal night. For centuries, the kingdom flourished under the rule of benevolent kings, but whispers of a forgotten prophecy began to surface. The winds carried omens of an impending war, and shadows stretched longer across the lands, as if heralding the arrival of something sinister.
In the heart of the capital, Sir Kaidan Valeron, the greatest knight in Veledor, stood clad in shimmering silver armor, his violet cloak billowing behind him. His presence alone was enough to inspire hope in the common folk, for Kaidan had led Veledor's armies to countless victories. Yet, recently, Kaidan had grown uneasy. Strange dreams haunted him—visions of darkness swallowing the light, and an ancient figure rising from the shadows to claim dominion over the realm.
One night, as the kingdom slumbered, a crack in the sky appeared—an unnatural tear from which poured a purple mist. The ground trembled as a figure emerged, cloaked in black armor, his eyes burning with an unholy violet flame. It was the Shadow King—an ancient warrior thought to be long dead, now reborn with one goal: to conquer Veledor and claim the throne.
Kaidan awoke with a start, sweat pouring down his face. He had seen the Shadow King in his dreams, and now, standing at the edge of the capital, the dark figure from his visions had become a reality.
