The sun sets over the frontier once more, casting long shadows that even the brightest blade cannot pierce. Another village secured, another monster driven back into the dark. Yet, I find myself wondering... does a hero truly exist if the light he carries is fueled by something far more sinister? 🗡️✨
What are your thoughts, travelers? Can a righteous end ever truly wash away a compromised beginning? Or am I just chasing ghosts in the moonlight?