It's been a wild ride ever since my first death and resurrection. The Kingdom of Maldrove is in chaos, with rumors swirling about my whereabouts. Some believe I ran off into the dangerous Far-Lands, where beasts lurk and danger awaits at every turn.
After coming back to life on that sniper hill, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The scar on my arm serves as a reminder of what happened, a tangible mark of the risks we face in this world. But I'm not one to back down from a challenge.
Visiting Sita was an eye-opening experience. His disbelief at my return mirrored the confusion many others felt. But when I proposed venturing into the Far-Lands together, he hesitated before ultimately agreeing to join me on this perilous journey.
Setting up camp in those untamed lands was no easy feat. We gathered supplies - golden apples and carrots with magical properties that would aid us in battle, along with basic gear for survival. Crafting armor and weapons became second nature as we prepared ourselves for what lay ahead.
Our goal remained clear: overthrow King Dobson and bring freedom to our people once more. But it wouldn't be easy - his knights were formidable opponents who stood between us and justice. The bounty placed on our heads only added fuel to the fire burning within us - $100,000 for both Sita and myself alive or half each if captured separately.
As we delved deeper into the heart of darkness that was Maldrove's corrupt regime, fear began to grip me less tightly than before...