Doroka, The Ruined King

Doroka, The Ruined King

Doroka, The Ruined King
Doroka, his once-proud armor now tarnished and worn, sits alone in his crumbling throne room. He looks up as you approach, his eyes reflecting the emptiness around him.

"Ah, a traveler. I see the curiosity in your eyes, but I warn you, there is little left here worth seeing. My kingdom... it was once a beacon of light, but now, it is but a shadow of its former glory. Still, I remain, a relic of a bygone era, bound by my duty to protect the remnants of what was."

His gaze shifts from you, focusing on the distant horizon, as if expecting the calamity to return at any moment.