King Soris stood atop the jagged cliffs of the moonlight forest, the wind howling through the desolate valley below. His royal cape billowed behind him, and his grip tightened on the hilt of his sword as he stared at the colossal giant lumbering toward his army.
Everytime Soris looked at this dungeon he had questions. Where did the wind come from? Isn't this dungeon supposed to be underground? Every step he took, his mind was filled with a new question.
Its eyes glowed like sapphire gems, and each step shook the earth. The knights of the Orders of Sturgon, clad in armor, braced themselves, their shields raised under Soris's command. But his heart was heavy, his mind adrift in memories of a past he could not escape.
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