Have you ever stood, unflinching, before a beast of monstrous girth—a crocodilian colossus with jaws wide enough to swallow a warhorse whole? Such was the trial we faced that fateful day. Bloodied and battered from our encounter with the assassins, we bound our wounds with grim resolve and pressed onward, refusing to yield to pain or fear. The agony was sharp, the memory fresh, yet we bore it in silence, for the path of destiny cares little for comfort.
We strode forth as if untouched by the ordeal, driven by a purpose greater than ourselves. In our hearts, a single truth burned bright: we were fated to become the legends of Eldritch, our deeds sung by bards for generations to come. Of this, I was certain—as certain as the rising of the sun and the turning of the stars.
We came at last t
