A lone warrior stands resolute beside a crackling campfire, flowing shoulder-length hair rustling in the gentle breeze. His trusty sword, its blade glinting like polished silver, rests on the forest floor, both hands grasping the worn handle as he gazes up at the full moon bathing the twisted trees in an ethereal glow. The warrior's determined expression belies a weariness that seems to seep into his very marrow as he contemplates the darkness ahead, his thoughts consumed by the impending battle against the encroaching shadow.
