In the fading twilight before the dawn of the Last Age, when the world still groaned under the weight of lawlessness and forgotten gods, the lands of Earth were ruled by slavers, warlords, and whispering sorceresses who bent reality with their will. From the ruins of shattered kingdoms rose a lone barbarian—an exile forged in blood and fire—whose blade carried the last embers of defiance. Amid haunted deserts and storm-crowned mountains, he battled beasts born of shadow and tyrants drunk on dark magic, seeking not glory but justice in an age that had forgotten the word. His legend, carved in steel and myth, would echo long after the world was remade.
