Dawn broke with a blood-red sky, casting eerie shadows over the devastated village. Arin returned cautiously, hoping to find survivors. Among the ruins, the village elder waited, leaning on his staff, as if time itself had slowed for him.
"Arin," the elder said softly, "you are the last hope. The Path of Glory lies hidden, and only you can uncover it."
Arin knelt, tears streaming down his face. "But… how can I? I am just a boy from this village."
The elder placed a weathered hand on his shoulder. "Greatness is not born from birth, but from choice and courage. You must leave this place. Trust in yourself, and the allies you will meet along the way. Remember, the shadows you face are not just outside—they may dwell within as well."
With these words, the elder handed Arin a small, intricately carved amulet. "This will guide you when the darkness seems overwhelming. Never forget who you are."
As the sun rose, Arin felt the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. He knew he could not stay. The journey would be dangerous, but it was the only way to honor the village and the elder's final wish.