Norman stepped out of the bus that had brought him to the outskirts of Yivel, a city surrounded in mystery and intrigue. He had come here on a mission and he didn't plan on leaving until he was able to achieve what he had planned. He looked around, his eyes taking in the city he had in front of him. However, something seemed to catch his attention.“Hmm, isn't this strange. Two different places.” he was struck by the view and landscape that appeared before him The sky above was a deep silver-blue, and the air was thick with the feeling of dust winds. The city's terrain stretched out before him like a desert, with crumbling buildings, scattered as far as the eye could see.“Hmm I hope I find what I came here for because it seems like it's going to be hard.” Norman's eyes scanned the horizon, taking in the fallen structures that seemed to lean in on each other, as if sharing secrets. Well, what was he expecting? It was Yivel, of course a city well known for its black markets and un

Norman stood before Queen Kurai, his presence calm and respectful. She has even watched him and for some reason she seemed to want to know what he had been going through in his mind.“Please have a seat. You can't keep standing. I have been told you wanted to see me, and seeing you now gives me great pleasure Norman…” she said, making him smirk. However, when he didn't say anything, she gestured for him to see her. Queen Kurai, with an air of elegant happiness, welcomed him warmly. "Please, take a seat," she said, her voice gentle, as she gestured to a plush chair opposite her throne.Norman stared at the throne. He had a lot on his mind, but this seemed to be the best for him so far. He had been worried that things weren't the way he wanted them, but she had been trying to make things make sense for a while now, and it seemed as though it was working. His mission here was simple. After a while he did as she said. As Norman sat down, Queen Kurai initiated the conversation, inquiri

Queen Kurai's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief as she regarded Norman. "I'll help you, but you must complete seven deadly missions," she said, her voice firm.Norman's jaw dropped in shock. "Seven deadly missions?" he repeated, incredulous. "Why would you give me such a condition?"The Queen's smile grew wider. "Because I want to. It's just what I want."Norman hesitated, weighing his options. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, I agree. What is the first mission?"Queen Kurai's smile turned into that of mischief. "Are you sure you really want to do this?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.Norman swallowed, and tried to control himself. "I am willing to do it," he said, his voice firm.The Queen's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Very well, then. Let us begin…”It seemed she had other plans for him. Things he didn't even know. He had no idea what he was going into, but he wanted to make sure everything made sense to him at this time. Queen Kurai's smile turned serious

Northern villages were a hard country, their wind-battered, curved hills battered by war and worn by wind. There was air, the scent of pine and wet earth, bruise-coloured sky, restless clouds low-hung. Muddy roads wandered between clusters of thatched cottages, worn roofs and soot-black walls from last's raids. The Black Path Bandits inspired terror—plundered barns, stolen cattle, shallow trenches. The villages lived in terror, for a fog, terror descended on the villages, the skeletal visage of the villagers, their eyes reaching out to the horizon, awaiting the next raid. The bandits were a plague, merciless and ruthless, their name spoken in terror. Norman, this time a ghost of tempest, had been sent to stem them.He strides across the wasteland, his tattered cloak lost in twilight, his boots silent on the mossy ground. His huge body is lean from journeying, his black hair streaked with gray, his blue eyes burning with purpose. Scars cover his hands, a topography of combat, and a sho

Norman's throat constricted as he swallowed, his mind racing with anticipation and fear. Not fear, but worry.The queen's words echoed in his thoughts…“This challenge is meant to break you.” “But what did it entail?” he asked himself because she hadn't said anything else. She had given him no hint, no clue, just a warning that left him wondering. The more he thought about it, the more his imagination ran wild with worst-case scenarios.As he stood there, Norman couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach. It was a heavy, gnawing sensation that seemed to spread through his entire body, making his muscles tense and his heart pound. What lay ahead? Would he emerge victorious from this, or would this challenge indeed break him as she said? The uncertainty was suffocating, and Norman's anxiety grew with each passing moment.He tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on the present, but his mind kept wandering back to the unknown challenge. Would it