Arden Shadowborne rode in silence, the towering black walls of Tenebralis—the City of Eternal Night—growing larger with every step of his steed. His fingers curled tight around the reins as the familiar skyline of dagger-like spires and obsidian fortifications came into view, rising from the darkness like a beast's maw.
The capital was awake even in the pre-dawn gloom. Soldiers patrolled the gates, their armor black as a raven's wing, and from the watchtowers, archers stood ready, their crossbows gleaming with poison-tipped bolts. The streets beyond were alive with murmurs, flickering lanterns casting eerie shadows upon the cloaked figures that passed. Spies, informants, assassins—Tenebralis thrived on the unseen.
For most, the city was suffocating, its air thick with whispered plots and sharpened daggers hidden beneath cloaks. For Arden, it was home.