Deep within a secluded cave carved into the side of a jagged, forgotten mountain, a somber group stood in silence. The flickering glow of enchanted torches illuminated their solemn faces, casting long shadows along the damp stone walls. The atmosphere was heavy—thick with grief, tension, and something far more insidious: the scent of betrayal.
This was the group from the Second Summoning—once celebrated as chosen heroes of the Light Empire, but now remembered only in hushed whispers and bitter tones. They had turned their backs on their homeland three decades ago, siding instead with Tenebria during the Great War. History had not been kind to them; their names had been struck from monuments, their deeds twisted into tales of treachery.
