It was a bleak, sorrowful day.
The sky wept without end as if mourning alongside the living.
For the people of Grimland, it was a day of deep grief—one they would never forget.
The reason was cruelly simple. Their hero was gone.
A few days ago, a nightmare struck them.
A horde of Soulless descended on them at the border.
The attack was brutal and unforgiving.
They could not retreat. They could not let the monsters slip past them into the heart of their land.
And so, they fought.
They fought with every last breath, every drop of strength they had.
They chose to hold the line, even if it meant dying where they stood.
The battle dragged on, merciless and bloody.
Bodies fell. Hope flickered. Even the proud Princess of the Vampire Domain collapsed under her wounds.
But when despair threatened to consume them, it was him—
It was Alex—who stood unbroken.
He was their shield.
Their sword.
Their last light.
