The dead remember duty longest.Beyond Haven's walls, twilight claims the corrupted realms. But here, in the Field of Broken Banners where the last army fell, something older than corruption endures.Purpose.Forgotten oaths stir in blood-soaked soil. Bones rise from hallowed ground. Not one hero reborn, but the collected will of thousands who died protecting others. A guardian bound by the final, desperate command that ended an age: Hold the line. Protect them all.It bears no name. Needs no flesh. Fears no death.Only the dead remember how to stand guard.Some promises outlast even death.