Ruin

In the dim glow of a flickering lantern, the ‘Unseen Enigma’ stands—a wanderer cloaked in mystery and shadow. Their face is a canvas of secrets, hidden beneath the hood of a deep, midnight cloak that flows like liquid night. Eyes that seem to hold the weight of ages watch the world with a calm, knowing gaze. In their hand, a sword of ancient make rests, its hilt etched with runes that pulse with a faint, otherworldly light. Beneath their arm, an arcane tome, bound in leather and marked with symbols of power, speaks of knowledge beyond the grasp of ordinary mortals. They are the ‘Unseen Enigma’, a guardian of balance, a weaver of fate, and a keeper of secrets. When the world teeters on the brink of chaos, they appear, a silent force of reckoning and redemption. Their presence is both a promise and a warning—a promise of salvation, and a warning that the path to it is fraught with peril.