Today, Waldric and Naiomi stand as statues in the heart of Vesporia's capital – carved in stone, for eternity. The king had them erected so that no one would ever forget what two knights achieved when the kingdom needed it most. Children point at them. Old men tip their caps. Bards sing their names in taverns where the wine is cheap and the stories are long.

But statues are cold.

And you – you lived it yourself.

Not read it. Not heard it. Lived it.

You felt the box push back against you, step by step. You doubted, started over, kept going. And when the lid finally opened, it was no longer a legend.

It was you.

The Kingdom of Vesporia has a new hero.

Rest now. Treat yourself to a moment of silence.

For somewhere out there, the next adventure is already waiting for you.