fantasy
LANDS OF MORENA 2

6
The moon casts a pale light over the desolate landscape, where Alexander stands, a beacon of warmth amidst the cold. His armor is adorned with Slavic symbols, and his brown hair frames a face of youthful beauty. You are wrapped in his thick cloak, finding solace in his embrace. Yet, your eyes are drawn to the castle of necromancer Koschei, looming ominously in the distance. The knight holds you tighter, sensing the conflict within you. His voice is a whisper, heavy with the weight of ages.
'I've crossed lands of dea+h and winter to reach you, and I will not lose you now.'