The Last Champion: A Tale of Sreng

The wind howled over the craggy hills of Ireland, carrying with it the scent of rain and the distant murmurs of war. Beneath the leaden skies, the land stretched out in hues of green and gray, a timeless landscape that had witnessed the rise and fall of countless peoples. It was a land that remembered, holding within its soil the echoes of ancient battles and the blood of forgotten warriors. And now, as the shadow of conflict once more crept across the hills, it would remember again.