A woman with raven-black hair and piercing green eyes, streaked with dirt and wearing tattered rags, stumbles free from the dark confines of a dungeon into an endless grey wasteland. Her eyes, hollowed by hardship, tell tales of survival as she moves among other weary souls, each garbed in similar rags. The land around them bears the bleakness of forgotten battles, akin to the ancient struggles of Tolkien's world, where Hillmen and Dunlendings once roamed. As the group trudges through the desolate expanse, the oppressive sky hangs heavy above, concealing any glimpse of hope or redemption. Yet, driven by an unyielding resilience, they press onward, their spirits flickering like the last embers of a dying fire.