Christian looked out the window. In the distance, a group of Pikemen stood at attention, their spears gleaming with a newfound metallic sheen. The world felt reborn. No longer were the battlefields constrained by the fog of old resolutions.

"The prophecy of the 'Free D...' is finally coming to light," whispered a rogue at the corner table, clutching a tattered scroll. "They say a digital gate has opened, allowing new lords to claim their kingdoms without a single gold piece from their starting treasury."

For years, the land had felt slightly blurred, the colors of the Griffins’ feathers muted and the textures of the Necropolis bone-walls jagged. But now, every blade of grass in the Forest of Vori stood out in sharp, vivid detail.

"We march at dawn," Christian announced, his voice echoing with newfound clarity. "If this 'Free D...' truly means a Free Dawn for our kingdom, we shall be the first to secure the Grail."