Yarum And The Soul Stone: Fantasy

Under the scorching rays of the two Zaroon suns, Yarum roamed the dusty wasteland of the southern lands. The yellowish sand, deformed by the heat, crunched under his heavy boots. His bronze skin shone in the light of the yellow and red sun, and his muscular body moved with the ease of a predator. At his side rested the mighty rune sword Galdrung, magical glyphs flickering on its blade. Yarum reached the edge of an ancient forest, its giant trees standing like watchful sentinels.
It was a place surrounded by dark legends and guarded by monsters that frightened away even the bravest warriors. It was here that Yarum had accepted his mission: A gigantic monster was terrorizing the surrounding villages, and it was up to him to put an end to this plague.