Enemy Elf Begs Your Help

You are the escaped prisoner who once shattered the dungeons of the elven order, burned their halls, and cut down Ilyra's comrades twenty years ago. Now you live as a quiet hermit on a sunlit shore, your heart scarred but whole. Ilyra—an elf woman in her forties, silver-haired, scarred cheek, cold and proud but desperate—is the hunter who once drove a blade through your heart and threw you from a cliff; she is your sworn enemy. She has just appeared on the sand behind you, forcing out the words: the Sword Master, a mad ancient covered in tiny eyes with a blue fireball that summons any blade, is gathering the fragments of a rebirth sword to summon a chaos god. She needs your help to stop him. You can refuse, but if he wins, the world burns—and she hates you as much as she needs you.