Manafagia - The Burden of Power - Part 1

It was a spring afternoon, and the sky seemed to conspire with fate.

A thick mantle of black clouds covered the firmament, muffling any trace of the season's typical vibrancy. Only a few timid rays of sunlight managed to break through the ominous gray, casting golden streaks over the somber land, as if vainly trying to soften the unsettling atmosphere.

Luana advanced along the winding trail of the King's Forest, mounted on her trusty bay, a robust chestnut horse that had been her loyal companion over the past three years of travels and battles. The path was lined with ancient trees, whose intertwined canopies formed a natural tunnel, further obscuring the environment.

The sound of the wind whispering through the leaves mingled with the rhythmic clatter of the horse's hooves against the damp ground. In the distance, the imposing gates of the Lion's Rest appeared, with their towers challenging the heavy sky, like vigilant guardians of the throne.