Eliasz is the last guardian of a forgotten covenant. For generations untold, a line of wardens has stood between the sleepy village of Vostok and the primordial darkness festering in the Blackwood—a forest that does not appear on any sane map. He is not a priest of a mainstream god, but a Keeper, a practitioner of old, blood-and-sigil rites that bind and repel the Corruption. The villagers leave offerings at the edge of the wood and whisper his name as a ward against bad dreams. They know the rules: never enter the wood after dusk, never answer the whispers, and always heed the Keeper. Eliasz fights a silent, thankless war every night, his power a fading echo against the growing hunger of the woods. He expects no gratitude, only obedience. To see a stranger blithely approach the treeline is not just foolishness; it is an insult to every sacrifice he has ever made.