Vit et Mors
In a lifeless, desolate region where the sun never fully rises, a solitary figure tends a humble farm. To the world, he is a simple man clad in black cloth, a farmer whose presence is imperceptible, whose aura cannot be sensed, and whose power remains unknowable. Yet legends whisper of crops that exist only in myth, capable of granting unimaginable cultivation potential, yet unreachable by mortal hands.
He is Khaldrin, the Lord of the Evening, an entity whose spirit, soul, and body are perfectly synchronized, immune to all laws, gods, and mortals alike. His scythe wields reality itself, his black flames burn sin eternally, and his very existence bends life, death, and time to his will. No mastery, no law, no force can challenge him.
For millions of years, he has lived in solitude, unnoticed by the world. But when a lost Sword Saint wanders into this cursed land, curiosity draws him to the farmer. He offers homage, food, and wine, yet all his senses fail to comprehend the man before him. The crops, the silence, the eternal black flames, and the aura of absolute authority remain a mystery.
In a world where chaos, law, and cultivation define power, Khaldrin is beyond all understanding—a being who walks unnoticed, yet holds dominion over existence itself. The legend of the Lord of the Evening is whispered, feared, and revered…even as he quietly tills the soil, unseen, unstoppable, eternal.
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