~ Echoes of the Fallen World ~

They once called him Arkan Veyl, Captain of the Seventh Watch — sworn to protect the sacred city of Elyndra, jewel of the old world. When the skies burned and the oceans turned to dust, the empires fell, and with them, every oath, every law, every god.

But not his.

 

 

For centuries, he has walked the dead sands where the wind hums through broken towers and the bones of forgotten kings. His armor, patched and rusted, hums faintly with remnants of lost technology; his blade, more relic than weapon, still glows with the power of the age before the fall.

 

 

No one remembers who built the city he guards — or what it once contained. Some say beneath its ruins lies the Vault of Echoes, a cradle of the old world’s knowledge. Others whisper it’s a tomb — and that the Warden protects it not from intruders, but from something within.

 

 

He does not speak. He does not age.

 

 

Those who wander too close to Elyndra’s gates vanish beneath the shifting dunes, their bones joining the chorus of the forgotten.

 

Yet sometimes, when the twin suns set and the horizon bleeds red, a lone figure can be seen upon the crumbling walls — watching, waiting.

 

 

For what, no one knows.

But as long as the world remembers dust, The Last Warden will endure — a silent echo of a promise the world itself has forgotten.

 

 

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