The Last Citadel

Stories speak of the last citadel as a myth, a legend amongst the survivors. A flame that endures when all others fade. A beacon of hope and light that stands tall somewhere beyond the wastes, beyond the shadows, beyond the endless night. In this broken, desolate world of relentless shadow and nightmarish beasts, where the sun has long forsaken the sky, the only solace lies in the scattered communities who cling to one another and to their fragile lights, holding fast to the hope that someone, someday, might find a way to save what remains. Yet this tale is not of reaching the Citadel, but of those who dare to believe in it, and in themselves. Together, they set forth not only to chase a myth, but to kindle their own light against the dark, to carve meaning from despair, and to decide whether hope is a place to be found… or something to be forged with their own hands. Perhaps they will find the Citadel, perhaps they will not. But in the end, each knows this: they will carry their light into the dying world, and in doing so, keep its last embers alive.