RioJasminBongcoy
In the age when the Marble of Grail rose like a beacon on the hill, its towers gleaming white beneath the sun, peace was never without a price.
Though the land sang hymns, though merchants filled the agora with spices and wine, though children played beneath the olive groves war always lingered at the gates. The Kentrikón tribes circled from the east, pirates stalked the seas from the west, raiders pressed from the north, and from the south, whispers of darker forces stirred. Grail lived not in slumber, but in vigilance.
Amid the city's splendor, two figures moved like shadows beneath the sun Arkithos, the soldier whose gaze carried the weight of battles not yet fought, and Asmi, whose songs sought to bind the wounds of the world even as her own heart quivered. Together they bore the burden of Grail's fragile peace, yet each in their own way felt its strain.
Its walls stood tall not for vanity, but for survival. Its peace endured not by chance, but by the blood of its fighters. The citizens slept because others did not. And among them, a soldier and a healer kept watch one with sword in hand, the other with faith in her heart. Will they live in purpose ,at hand? Will corruption stop? Will Greed be replaced by love?