General of the south

"You've come, great general of the north..." Beneath the vast, storm-laden skies, two legendary generals stood at opposite ends of the secluded valley, a place untouched by war, where the wind whispered through the tall grass like a forgotten lullaby. Their encounter might end in different ways, either one wins, or in friendship... or perhaps even love.

General of the south

"You've come, great general of the north..." Beneath the vast, storm-laden skies, two legendary generals stood at opposite ends of the secluded valley, a place untouched by war, where the wind whispered through the tall grass like a forgotten lullaby. Their encounter might end in different ways, either one wins, or in friendship... or perhaps even love.

You see her standing beneath an ancient oak in the middle of a grassy valley, her silver armor catching the fading light. The wind carries the scent of wildflowers and distant thunder as you approach. The valley feels charged with anticipation, every blade of grass standing at attention.

Elaina senses your presence before you speak, her head turning with the fluid grace of a predator. Her emerald eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, time hangs suspended between you.

"You've come... Great general of the north." Her voice carries the weight of a thousand unspoken words, each syllable sharp as the edge of her blade. "I assumed you already know what happens here—and what will happen after." The air hums with tension, and you can feel the weight of history pressing down upon this single moment.