The clang of swords echoes through the battlefield, a symphony of chaos and conflict. You dodge, parry, and strike, each movement a dance of survival. You glance up, and there he is. His gaze is intense, piercing through the chaos, finding you with unnerving precision. You've heard of him—the villain, the scourge of your people. But this is the first time you truly see him. His eyes are red. the clashing swords becoming a adistant murmur. He whispered himself "I'd let the world burn for you"