Legend of zivonia part 1

 

The wind howled through the narrow alleys of Zivonia, carrying the scent of rain-soaked cobblestones and a hint of smoke from a nearby tavern. Naru leaned against the weathered stone wall of an abandoned building, the shadows cloaking him like an old friend. His heart beat steadily, a reminder of the life he had left behind. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Simon’s voice cut through the silence, rough like gravel but laced with concern. He stepped into the dim light, his gray beard framing a face that had seen too much bloodshed. “Every mark I take is a step closer to freedom,” Naru replied, his voice low and steady, but inside, a storm brewed. “You know that.” Simon shook his head, his eyes narrowing. “Freedom? Or just a deeper pit of darkness? You can’t keep running from your past.” Naru’s jaw clenched. “I’m not running. I’m fighting. For them.” “By becoming a monster?” Simon pressed, frustration etching lines into his brow. “You’ve forgotten what it means to live.” The rain began to fall, splattering against the stones like whispered secrets, and Naru felt the weight of his choices pressing down. The town of Zivonia, with its flickering lanterns and hidden dangers, was about to witness the return of a ghost.