PROLOGUE
The moon shone brightly over the town of Gale, casting a silvery glow on the rooftops and streets below. In the heart of the city stood an old building it was depilated and eeirly looking, people rarely passed the building without dropping remarks, of course there were people that lived in building. It wasn't just old it was huge too. The villagers believed that the people that lived in the building where maybe shamans or guardians since they were rarely seen. They believed that they were people that served as the protectors of the realm. They were known as the silent protectors, the unseen warriors, who were trained to wield blades with unmatched precision and lethal efficiency. They were sworn to uphold justice and maintain the balance between shadow and light.
The leader of this unseen group was a formidable figure known as the Master, a legendary figure who was rumored to possess supernatural abilities. The Master's true identity was a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few within the town. Under the Master's guidance, the ancient building maintained order in the city, eliminating those who posed a threat to its peace and prosperity.
Over a decade now, evil had been silent and so their was no more evil to fight against so the members of the sectead by greed fought within, veing for power. All wasn't well. Rivalries and tensions simmered beneath the surface as ambitious sect members vied for power and recognition and to make matters worst, their leader the master had been silent all these while immune to the commotion within. He had been meditating for over a decade after the last great battle. The quest for supremacy and control over the sect led to dissent and discord, threatening to tear the Blades apart from within.
Amidst this turmoil, a young orphan named Kael found himself drawn to the sect's power. He had grown up on the streets of Gael, surviving by his wits and agility. Kael was known for his exceptional skills with a blade, honed through years of living in the shadows and defending himself against those who sought to harm him.
One fateful night, Kael was discovered by the Blades while he was attempting to steal from the sect's treasury. Expecting swift retribution, Kael was surprised when the Master offered him a chance to join the sect instead. Seeing potential in the young boy, the Master took him under his wing as his apprentice, much to the chagrin of the other sect members.
As Kael trained with the Blades, he discovered that the guild's mission was not always as clear-cut as he had initially thought. He was exposed to the intricate web of politics, power struggles, and moral dilemmas that plagued the city. Kael learned that not everything was as it seemed, and that the lines between right and wrong, shadow and light, were often blurred.
