arrowquinxo
There are stories too dangerous to tell in daylight.
This is one of them.
In a kingdom where ancient bloodlines have long been forgotten and shadows are outlawed, a warrior rises without a name, without an army-only a cause.
They say she moves like smoke. That she leaves no survivors. That no man could be behind the mask.
And then, there are the Riders.
Oaths bound in ash. Swords forged in sorrow. Eyes that have seen the end-and stayed behind to haunt it.
When fate brings two enemies to the same battleground, secrets will stir, prophecies will weep, and the world may just remember what it was meant to fear.
Until the end of kingdoms. Until the end of time. Until the end of us.
After all, every legend must begin somewhere...