A paladin in scorched armor stands on a ruined bridge, summoning a fiery sigil as ghosts and fleeing villagers surround them in a dark fantasy landscape.

A half-page illustration in the style of Wizards of the Coast D&D Rulebook art. A Paladin stands at the mouth of a ruined bridge — its far side choked in smoke and spectral horror. Villagers flee behind them, children clutched to mothers' sides, while the Legionnaire steps forward into the coming dark. They raise a hand, not to strike, but to anchor — a burning sigil of the Flame surges to life midair, forming a barrier between civilians and the threat beyond. In their other hand: a bastard sword grounded at their feet, smoke curling around the blade. Their armor is scorched, worn, but they stand firm, eyes locked forward. This is not a moment of glory. It is a moment of resolve. The sky above is fractured in light: either the last remnants of daylight breaking through clouds, or the eerie glow of the Flame pushing back some creeping blight. See more