A deep, resonant hum vibrated through Kael’s bones. Blue light, pale as glacier ice, began to spiderweb across the statue's chest. Kael tumbled back onto the wooden platform as the colossal head of the knight slowly, agonizingly, tilted downward.
In desperation, Kael did something foolish. He climbed the ancient scaffolding left by long-dead stonemasons until he reached the statue’s chest. There, embedded in the granite, was a circular bronze seal the size of a shield. The "Heart of the Vow."
Should we explore the of the Protector's vow, or perhaps a story about the next generation tasked with guarding the bronze seal?
A sound like cracking glass echoed from the Wastes. Then came the shadows—beasts made of smoke and winter hunger, pouring over the ridges. The village bells began to toll, a frantic, rhythmic plea for help. Kael, trapped on the high slopes, watched in horror as the first wave of shadows reached the village gates.