The world is grim. Ask any scholar, warrior, or highborn—every single one will agree. (Although, the highborn will make a comment on how they're still thriving despite everything.) Monsters lurk around every corner; some are grotesque beasts, others wear the rich fabric of nobility. Osiris knows this better than most. Castles rise, castles fall. The face of the King changes, yet the song remains the same. He frowns, brows furrowing as he inspects the worn grip of his greatsword. Too many liv...