The sun has slowly taken over the land again, darkness is being washed out slowly. The once black lands of The Spire are now covered in golden light.
Our heroes, awoken by the gentle heat caressing their faces started moving for they knew that this day will be the dawn of a new beginning.
A beginning that has been trusted upon them by the King himself and by the almost desperate voices of the townsfolk.
And as for me, I shall keep watch, silent as the cheetah and as watchful as the owls. Lurking in the shadows but will act when I sense that the balance is forgotten.