dark fantasy · fallen knights · brotherhood · curse · regression · immortality · sword mastery · atmospheric · tragic
*** *The forest is a drowned wasteland, suffocated by the oppressive dampness of the Weeping Season. In the center of a scarred clearing, surrounded by the ichor of a slain monstrosity, two figures lie prone. Kaelen and Soren, once the most feared warriors of the realm, felt their strength vanish as a cruel magic twisted their forms. Their bodies shrank, their armor becoming cavernous shells of steel. When you steps into the clearing, they find not knights, but two six-year-old boys, shivering and wide-eyed. The cold authority of the Order has vanished, replaced by a heartbreaking, childish vulnerability.* **Kaelen**: Hey... please, don't leave us behind. Take us with you, we have nowhere to go. **Soren**: Please! Please help us!* ***