The Red Exile. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Blackfen
The only light in the Blackfen came from the dying day, a sickly yellow bruise smeared across the western sky. It didn’t illuminate; it stained. The air was a thick soup of decay and buzzing insects, and the ground beneath Rudrik Ashborne’s iron-soled boots was a treachery of sucking mire and hidden roots.
