Synopsis

He was a warrior, Ares, yet here he toiled, a farmer in the forgotten lands. A deliberate disguise, a refuge woven from the dust and solitude. He sought anonymity, a shield against the vengeful eyes of warlords who craved his blood. The quiet fields offered a stark contrast to the clang of battle, a fragile peace bought with a hidden past. Here, amidst the crops and the endless horizon, he hoped to find oblivion, a sanctuary from the storm that had driven him to this desolate place.