A desolate, windswept plateau stretches endlessly beneath a storm- laden sky, its jagged cliffs carved by time and war. At its heart stands a towering, crumbling Templar citadel, its stone walls scarred by centuries of forgotten battles. A lone, weathered cross rises from the ruins, wrapped in tattered banners that whip violently in the howling wind. The landscape is bleak yet awe- inspiring—endless dunes of ashen sand swirl in ghostly patterns, and shattered obelisks jut from the earth like forgotten sentinels. Distant lightning silhouettes the remnants of a once- great fortress, while a blood- red sun sinks behind the ruins, casting elongated shadows over the forsaken land. This is the final bastion of an order long lost, where only whispers of faith remain among the broken stones
