"The ship creaked and groaned as it cut through the mist-veiled sea, its black sails billowing like specters against the pale dawn. For days, the crew had spoken in hushed voices of Kings Bay, a place of myth and ruin, where stone towers once touched the sky and kings vanished into legend. The wayfarer stood at the prow, eyes fixed on the horizon, unmoved by the cold spray or the murmurs of fear. At last, the fog parted, revealing jagged cliffs that curved inward like a crown, and beyond them, the broken silhouettes of the ancient harbor. No banners flew, no voices called, yet the bay seemed to breathe—alive with the memory of blood, gold, and power. The ship drifted in silence toward the forgotten heart of the realm." Welcome to the initial stage for this adventure, big challenges are awaiting for you!!