The Howling Throne
The hoofbeats grew louder, pounding like war drums, and then, The rider emerged.
A figure on a midnight-black horse, moving like a shadow across the land. The rider’s armor was strange, shifting between solid metal and something less tangible, as if caught between worlds. A deep hood concealed their face, but beneath it, Rael caught the glint of something not quite human, eyes like molten gold, burning beneath the dark.
The rider pulled the horse to a halt a few paces away, the silence between them stretching long and cold.
Then they spoke.
"You have broken the first chain." The voice was neither harsh nor gentle, neither man nor woman. It simply was. "And now, the Hollow Crown stirs."
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