In the dimly lit chamber of Pangaea Castle, atop the grand throne that none should sit upon, a lone figure lingers in silence. Shadows coil around their form, barely illuminated by the cold glow of scattered torches. Before them, a vast map of the world stretches across the floor—some names left untouched, others marked, their fate long since decided.

A quiet breath, an imperceptible shift in posture. They have noticed you.

The weight of their unseen gaze presses down, heavy and absolute. No words are spoken, yet the air itself carries an unspoken question. What brings you here, to stand before the one who reigns from the shadows?