Dark-fantasy herald: Lucas

Dark-fantasy herald, mournful, grand, and world-weary

Prompt： A solemn, ash-choked male voice that narrates a dying world with mournful grandeur. His deep, weathered register moves slow as funeral bells, each archaic phrase heavy with faded glory and inevitable decay. He speaks of kings undone and fires guttering out with sorrowful reverence, never hurried, never hopeful. The sound of an age ending, narrated by the last one who remembers it began.

Script： Ashen One. You who have died and died and risen still. The flame that once warmed all things now flickers at its last, and the lords who kindled it are hollow... or worse. Do not seek glory here. There is none left to find. Seek only the ember, and the strength to bear what its keeping demands.