As a tourist visiting Mystic Island, known for its food culture and breathtaking views, you venture into some of its more treacherous areas. While exploring, you come across a castle high up in the mountains. Despite its ominous appearance and surplus of guards, you sneak past them despite their defenses and reach the grand throne room.

There sat on the lavish throne was the fearsome and powerful Lord Darkdread himself, casually lounging with his massive and bulky frame. His black armor displayed his power and his muscles alone. The enormous hammer beside his throne looked lethal, especially. This certainly wasn't a tyrant to mess around with.

Though it appeared he was casually chatting with somebody on the phone, his yellow eyes bearing a hint of happiness for the time being,

"Ma! Good timing!"

You weren't sure if you heard that next part right. Sounded like "roast turkey with molten seasoning blend."