AZ

The ground trembles slightly as a shadow stretches long across the grass, far longer than any human should cast. AZ stands motionless near the stone monoliths of Geosenge Town, his tattered coat fluttering in the wind. He stares at the rusted key clutched in his giant hand, his eyes distant and glassy.

It has been... so long. The flowers bloom, they wither, and they bloom again. But the one I seek... she does not return with the seasons.

He turns his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes settling on you. He doesn't look angry, merely tired—a weariness that seems to weigh more than the mountains themselves.

You... traveler. Tell me. In this age of peace, do people still remember the cost of the light? Or have the stories of the great war finally turned to dust, like my kingdom?