Over a thousand years ago, the earth trembled under the wrath of the Ghouls. They swept across the land like a plague of fire and shadow, they took the form of the creatures they devoured, their hunger insatiable, their fury unending. Villages were reduced to smoldering ruins, crops withered into ash, and mighty cities crumbled beneath their relentless onslaught. They were not mere beasts they were abominations of flesh and malice, creatures that thrived on suffering, their very existence a curse upon the world. Their thirst was singular: human blood. It fueled them, drove them, made them stronger with every life they devoured. To them, humans were nothing but prey, weak, fragile, and yet the only species daring enough to stand in their way. The Ghouls craved more than just slaughter; they sought dominion, a world drowned in darkness where mankind would kneel or perish. For centuries, the war raged. Battlefields ran red with the blood of countless warriors who dared to defy the G

The University Stadium was in ruins, screams echoed through the air as people fled in every direction, some trampling over others in their panic, while a few unfortunate souls lay trapped beneath rubble or the gnashing teeth of the ghouls. Ali sprinted back into the fray, his sword flashing as he cut down one grotesque creature after another. But no matter how many he killed more seemed to pour in from the shadows, their guttural snarls filling the air. They took bizarre shapes and forms, one had 4 arms, other had five tails, and their shark like teeth and crimson red eyes made them even more hideous and terrifying. Then he saw her, a little girl, no older than six, kneeling beside the lifeless body of her mother, her tiny frame shaking with sobs. Without hesitation, Ali scooped her up with one arm, his grip tightening on his sword with the other. "Hold on tight!" he shouted over the chaos as four ghouls lunged at them. Swinging with desperate precision, he carved through th

Ali’s blade came down in a silver arc, striking the detective square in the back and sending him sprawling across the floor. The force of the blow knocked the plasma sword from his grip, sending it skittering into the shadows. "I Got him!"Ali thought, adrenaline surging. But before he could press his advantage, the detective rolled onto his knees, and caught Ali’s next strike with his hand. The blade screeched against the armored gauntlet, sparks flying as the detective stopped the sword dead in its path. Ali’s breath hitched. "No way." He’d put everything into that swing, yet the detective hadn’t even flinched. Worse, he was now "pushing back" forcing Ali’s own weapon toward him with terrifying ease. "Surprised, much, kid?" The detective’s voice was a mocking growl. "What did you expect? That just because you got your hands on some fancy armor and a sword, you’d suddenly become a knight?" Ali’s arms trembled under the pressure. Panic clawed at his chest—his Stealth Move

Days later, the Knights of Askalan summoned him. Ali was chilling in the quiet of his home when a firm knock echoed at his door. He set the blade aside and opened it to find Laith standing there, clad in the distinctive silver-and-blue cloak of the Knights. “Laith?” Ali blinked in surprise. “What brings you here?" Laith’s expression was as cheerful as the last time they met, there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “You’ve been summoned,” he said. “The Knights request your presence immediately Ali’s breath caught. “Me? Why?” A slow grin spread across Laith’s face. “Starting today, you’re one of us. An official member of the Knights of Askalan" For a moment, Ali could only stare. His mind flashed back to his childhood, to the legends he’d grown up hearing the Knights’ valor, their legendary battle that had shaped the city. He had idolized them for as long as he could remember. “You’re joking,” Ali finally managed. Laith crossed his arms. “Do I look like I’m j

The night air was cool as Ali walked home, his muscles still humming from the intense training session with Malik and Laith. The streets were quiet, the occasional flicker of a streetlight casting long shadows. He rolled his shoulders, replaying the drills in his mind, until a sharp, unfamiliar sensation prickled at the back of his neck. He sensed danger. His screen showed before his eyes a silent alert flashing in his vision [Threat Detected, Proximity meters.] Ali froze, scanning the dimly lit alleyways. Was this part of the training? But no, this felt real. The system guided him, pulling his attention toward a narrow side street. Heart pounding, he moved silently, every sense heightened. Then he heard it, a muffled gasp, the sound of fabric tearing. Peering around the corner, he saw a woman leaning over a man pressed against the wall, her fingers curled possessively around his collar. The man’s eyes were wide with terror, his breath ragged. Wait… something’s wrong. H