Transmigrating to Terra: A Paladin's Arknights Adventure

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." That one sword strike severed the Balor's head, and sent the paladin of Faerun tumbling into the void of another world. When Rand opened his eyes again, the gods were dead, and the Weave had fallen silent. This was Terra, a grand stage crowned by Originium and Catastrophes. Look beneath Kazimierz's neon lights: capital was staging a gilded farce, and the knights' glory was rotting amid the stench of money. Listen across Ursus's frozen tundra: the empire was humming a winter dirge, with the Infected's wails as its only harmony. Look through Victoria's mist: conspirators were weaving a web of power, eager to steal the crown that teetered on the brink. He had lost his memories, but he had never forgotten his oath. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil." This is the story of a paladin who sought to change the land with the sword in his hand and the fire in his heart. And the story begins when he awakens in a grave out in the wilderness. [Serious High Fantasy]