The dawn that broke over Eldoria was unlike any other.
Its light was pale, subdued, as though the heavens themselves hesitated to bless what was to come. The streets of the once-bustling city lay silent, emptied of laughter, emptied of the warmth of everyday life. Only the echo of footsteps remained, firm and steady, a single unbroken march that carried the weight of every heart left behind.
Kaelen led them.
