Logan’s Path: The Dawn of Retribution

Eldoria, six months before the countdown.

Before dawn’s first glow pierced the horizon, Logan tore through the campsite’s dirt trails, his ragged breaths clouding in the chill air. Five miles of relentless running gave way to a brutal training regimen. Each straining muscle a testament to his growing power. By midday, he clashed with the Echo’s warriors in fierce sparring bouts, sweat and bruises marking his progress, or sharpened his aim with target practice until his hands steadied like stone. For months, he carved every second into a weapon, honing himself beyond exhaustion.

High above the camp, Logan perched on a jagged boulder, staring into the ice-veiled depths of the black forest below. Memories of laughter and warm fields flickered—the days with his friends at the farm—until a rustle snapped him back.

“Done training already?” a voice rang out, sharp and winded.