The cold night wind swept through the village streets, carrying with it screams that no one could have imagined moments ago. The torch flames flickered weakly, and the villagers, still celebrating, gradually realized the approaching shadows of darkness.
On the horizon, a terrifying black army appeared: creatures in dark armor with blazing eyes, charging toward the village with dreadful roars. In an instant, laughter and joy were replaced by screams and fear.
Arin's heart raced as he ran through the crowd, trying to save his friends and neighbors, but no one could resist the ruthless force. Houses were set ablaze, and the sound of breaking gates mingled with the villagers' cries.
His eyes fell on the village elder, who stood calmly, gripping his wooden staff tightly. The old man shouted:
"Arin! Run! Only you can find the Path of Glory!"
With a broken heart, Arin fled through the smoke and flames. His gaze lingered on the burning village, each step heavy with grief and regret. He did not know what the future held, but one thing was clear: nothing would ever be the same again.
The night transformed Arin's dreams into a harsh reality, setting him on the journey to discover glory and justice.