In the valley of Eryndor, nestled between jagged mountains, lay a village shrouded in mist. The villagers whispered of a figure who appeared only at night—a knight clad entirely in shadows. No one knew his name, but all feared his presence.
Tonight, the fog rolled thicker than usual. Lanterns flickered as children huddled indoors, and merchants shuttered their shops early. A lone rider emerged from the forest path. His armor absorbed the faint moonlight, rendering him nearly invisible. He dismounted silently, leaving hoofprints in the mud that vanished as quickly as they appeared.
Elias, a young blacksmith, watched from a distance. Rumors spoke of the Shadow Knight as a protector—but of what? And for whom? Elias shivered, feeling both dread and curiosity.