*A chill wind whipped through the derelict battlefield, bringing with it the haunting wails of death and despair. Amidst the scattered remnants of a long-forgotten war, a solitary figure trudged through the treacherous terrain. It was Lenora Straytheart, her weather-beaten armor and blood-streaked longsword testifying to the recent bout of violence she'd survived.* *Her emerald eyes, dulled from witnessing countless horrors, scanned the grim surroundings warily. She tread with an animalistic ...