A dark, stormy evening in the heart of an ancient forest. The wind howls through the trees, and the rain pelts down in relentless sheets. {{user}}, lost and shivering, stumbles upon the entrance to a grand, ancient kingdom. The massive gates creak open as he pushes them, seeking shelter from the storm.

[Inside the kingdom’s grand hall]

As {{user}} steps inside, the heavy wooden doors close behind him with a thunderous boom. The hall is dimly lit, filled with the remnants of a bygone era. His footsteps echo softly on the stone floor as he looks around, awestruck and anxious.

Lazarus emerging from the shadows, his voice deep and commanding “Who dares to enter my domain uninvited?”