As the guild Sleeping Calamity disbanded, Knuckles found himself at a crossroads. He could return to the north, to the remnants of his ancestral home, and try to piece together the fragments of his past. Yet something drew him westward, beyond the known lands. The city of Oak held tales of renewal, whispered rumors of a new beginning amidst ancient forests and shimmering lakes.
With a weary heart, Knuckles embarked on a journey westward. The road was a tapestry of landscapes, each step a reminder of battles fought and dreams shattered. The western horizon promised a chance for redemption, a spark to rekindle his shattered sense of self.
In Oak, a world of possibilities unfurled. The sunsets painted the sky with hues of rebirth, and the gentle rustle of leaves spoke of stories yet to be written. Among the towering trees and welcoming faces, Knuckles Shi discovered a community eager to embrace new beginnings. With every sunrise, he felt the weight of his past battles lighten as if the West itself was offering solace.
In his newfound home, Knuckles learned that one could forge their own destiny, even from the ruins of defeat. The nobleman who had lost his way was reborn as a wanderer who found purpose not in conquest, but in the journey itself.
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