While Robinson sat in Borek's house, trying to dry his soaked hair and adjust to the new environment, the outside world began to shift drastically.
Above Lunareth, dark clouds began to gather, swallowing the sunlight that had briefly filtered through the trees.
Suddenly, a black mist crept across the sky, and the first cracks of thunder split the silence. Heavy rain began to pour, drumming against the roof in rapid rhythm.
In the market, people panicked and quickly scattered.
Merchants closed their stalls, street performers ran for cover, and villagers dashed for shelter.
Inside Borek's house, Robinson sat on a wooden chair, staring out the window.
The sound of rain on the roof was oddly calming, yet his mind remained in turmoil.
"All of this… happening so fast… and I still don't understand any of it," he muttered.
Borek sat across from him, eyes sharp and full of curiosity.
"So… you really are…?"
Robinson lowered his head, unsure how to answer.
"I… I don't even know who I am here. I was just lost… but it seems like everyone—"
Borek raised his hand, cutting him off.
"Quiet for a moment!" His voice was serious. "You don't realize… I heard the old stories from the royal seer. I never thought… the person I just saw—could be the man from the prophecy."
Robinson's eyes widened.
"The prophecy…? You mean… the Star Knight?"
Borek nodded quickly.
"Yes. Everything they spoke about—about the Arrival of the Knight, the great change… and the signs of coming darkness… You might… be him."
Suddenly, lightning struck outside, echoing with a deafening roar that made the windows tremble.
The rain pounded even harder.
Borek looked at Robinson with intensity and concern.
"If you truly are that man… then your destiny has already begun… and this world… will never be the same again."
Robinson swallowed hard, his heart racing.
He gazed at the storm outside, thinking:
"So… this isn't just coincidence. I… am meant for something much greater?"
Outside, the storm raged.
Inside Borek's humble home, the two sat in silence — the rain, thunder, and black mist enveloping the world, signaling that something monumental was beginning.
Far across the world, beyond the forests and the village of Lunareth, in a barren and shadowed land, the Dark King ruled over much of the territories that rightfully belonged to the Kingdom of Selenaria.
His figure was terrifying.
A towering man, with elongated hands tipped like claws, webbed feet, and skin so pale it seemed almost translucent. His fangs protruded menacingly whenever he smiled.
Every eye that met his was a void of black, radiating coldness and ruthlessness.
He was called Malakar, the Dark King, the master of shadowed lands who had subjugated countless creatures of the night.
Malakar feared nothing, and now his plan had reached its peak.
Before his black stone fortress, he stood in front of his dark army:
Half-human, half-beast siluman, claws and fangs ready to strike.
Dark sorcerers, clutching staves brimming with black magic, prepared to cast deadly curses.
Shadow soldiers, beings visible only in darkness.
In front of him, an ancient seal lay open, containing a being that had been imprisoned for centuries.
Malakar's gaze burned with greed and power.
"Now… it's time for this world to know who the true ruler is," he murmured.
With dark incantations, he broke the divine seal that had been locked by the kingdom's ancestors for hundreds of years.
Immediately, the earth trembled. Strong winds threw dust and small stones into the air.
From within the seal, a gigantic fire dragon rose.
Its roar shook the skies, its blazing wings eclipsed the sun, and the scent of sulfur filled the air.
The siluman, sorcerers, and shadow soldiers cheered, preparing to march toward Selenaria.
"It's time," Malakar said, his voice echoing through the valley.
"Everything that belongs to Selenaria… will be mine. No one can stop this darkness."
In the darkened sky, the dragon's shadow swallowed the sunlight, while Malakar's army advanced, channeling all their dark power toward the unsuspecting kingdom.
Unbeknownst to them, the destiny of the Star Knight, foretold by the ancient prophecy, was slowly moving to confront this looming threat.
The heavy rain continued to pour over Lunareth Village.
Lightning struck unpredictably, illuminating the dark sky with sharp flashes.
The strong wind shook the trees, and several small huts began to catch fire from the lightning strikes.
The villagers panicked, running for shelter. Children screamed, while the merchants hurriedly tried to save their goods.
Robinson, sitting in Borek's house, jumped to his feet.
"Oh no… this is bad! I have to help!"
Borek, standing beside him, nodded firmly.
"Yes, let's go out and help whoever we can. But be careful — lightning is still striking everywhere."
Together, they ran outside, helping villagers put out fires and escorting children to safety.
Robinson's heart raced. He had never faced anything like this before, but instinct told him he had to act.
Meanwhile, far away at the Selenaria Palace, King Ravendor watched the storm from the main balcony.
He let out a long sigh, then called his son.
King Ravendor: "Kael, look at the situation in Lunareth Village. This lightning storm is causing chaos. Several huts are burning, and the villagers are panicking. You must act immediately."
Prince Kael nodded seriously.
"Yes, Father. I'll order some of the royal guards to secure the village and assist the villagers. They must stay calm, and we need to prevent further damage."
King Ravendor's gaze lingered on the rainfall in the distance.
"This isn't an ordinary storm… something is disturbing the land of Selenaria. Stay alert, Kael. Don't let the villagers fall victim."
Prince Kael immediately called his troops and began strategizing.
Several royal soldiers moved toward Lunareth Village, prepared for any situation — whether natural disasters or the darker threats slowly looming on the horizon of Selenaria.