A solitary knight, wounded and weary, sits slumped against the prow of a small wooden boat, his armor dented and stained with blood. The boat navigates a narrow, winding river, hemmed in by towering cliffs that rise majestically on either side. Crumbling ruins and ancient rock bridges, draped in vines and overgrown with moss, hint at a lost civilization. The sun, a crimson orb sinking below the horizon, casts elongated shadows across the river. The sky is ablaze with vibrant hues of orange, purple, and crimson, reflecting the drama of the scene. Hanging from the branches of gnarled trees that cling to the cliffs are the skeletal remains of fallen warriors, their armor rusted and weathered. The river winds its way towards the ocean, a glimpse of which can be seen through a gap in the cliffs, promising both escape and a vast expanse of unknown dangers.
