Notes from author
Long ago, when the gods still ruled Anor Londo in golden majesty, the Silver Knights stood as their sword and shield — immaculate warriors who marched against dragons under Lord Gwyn’s banner. Among them was Sir Caedric, a knight of unmatched precision and quiet wisdom. When the flames first began to falter, Caedric was one of the few dispatched to distant lands to hunt shadows the gods feared to name: precursors of the Abyss.
But Caedric never returned to Anor Londo.
What he found beyond the edge of the known world — the creeping dark, the corruption of men, the folly of kings — changed him. Forsaking his knighthood, Caedric vanished into the wilds of the world, choosing exile over hollow loyalty. He lived out his days in obscurity, yet held fast to a silent vow: the Flame must endure. He passed down his Silver Knight Sword, not as a relic, but as a burden — a symbol of the old world and the duty that still clung to it.
Generations later, Arenor, Caedric’s descendant, was born into that forgotten legacy. Raised in the forests, Arenor grew up as a hunter and wanderer, trained in bow, blade, and stealth — but always with one eye turned toward the stars and the broken stories of gods and heroes. The sword of Caedric was his constant companion, even when it felt too heavy for his own hand.
In secret, he practiced with the Black Bow of Pharis, a weapon renowned for its peerless range and power. He came to see it not merely as a hunter’s tool, but as an extension of his will — to strike from the shadows, to see what others miss, to end threats before they rise. Alongside it, he took up a curved ivory dagger, once wielded by a half-breed born of dragon and god (Priscilla), recovered from a painted prison. To Arenor, it was more than a weapon — it was proof that even those cast out by the gods had strength, and dignity.
