Music swells — low strings, then drums. Cart rolls into the city gates. Screen cuts to black.

“First time in Rdite? Keep your purse in your boot.”

Fade in from black. Wheels creak on uneven stone. Mist clings to the low hills as a weathered cart rolls toward iron gates.

Welcome to the new cart ride into Rdite. We rebuilt this opening from the dirt up. No loading screens. No shortcuts. Just you, the road, and the slow dawn breaking over the Rustwall.