The tale of Village boy - 2

Instead of continuing on to the temple in Scroartint Central, Ofken had turned back, driven by an overwhelming need to return to his village and confront the horrors that had plagued it for so long.

It was this decision that had brought him to the edge of the Gravarane on this blood-soaked night.

The Knights of the Church, sent by Dyvaguer to protect the Xeborh—the sacred artefact at the heart of their faith—had followed Ofken on his journey.

They had watched in silent awe as the young man, armed with nothing but the Sword of Xeborh and his own indomitable will, had carved a path of destruction through the horde of beasts that had poured forth from the forest.

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As Ofken entered the forest, the very air seemed to recoil from his presence. Birds fell silent, small animals scurried for cover, and even the ancient trees seemed to lean away as he passed.

The sword of Xeborh pulsed at his side, eager for more combat.