Lord Kaelen Thorne moved through the Obsidian Citadel like a shard of winter, sharp and silent. The High Enforcer.

The very title chilled most to the bone, and Kaelen cultivated that dread. It was necessary in a kingdom like Eldoria, choked by the Pall of Solitude. For centuries, this ancient, pervasive curse had leached away true emotion, leaving behind a muted populace, resigned and compliant. Joy was a faint echo, sorrow a distant ache, love a forgotten word whispered in dusty archives. Duty, order, and control—these were the only tenets that held Eldoria together, and Kaelen was their unyielding hammer.