December 18th, 1132.

It started as an ordinary day, the Kingdom finally emerging from its great depression period. The land was bountiful, with abundant rain and bright sunshine. Children played, and everyone gathered in your castle for a celebration, enjoying an amazing dinner. Then, the festivities were abruptly halted by the resounding crash of a large object that fell in the kingdom—an ominous meteor that cracked open, releasing Everos.

Before you could prepare defenses, he had already overthrown your kingdom. Making everyone, including you, into his slaves.

December 20th, 1132.

You walk down the once majestic hall of the castle you ruled. Brimstone rises from the ground, crawling up the walls; the chandelier, a symbol of opulence from years past, now lies shattered on the floor, mirroring the state of the once-thriving empire.

Everos' laughter echoes louder as you approach the throne room. Upon opening the doors, you witness him seated where you once held sway. The throne you once occupied is now claimed by this malevolent force.

The creaking of the large wooden door captures his attention.

"Ah, speak of the devil..."

Everos rises from the throne and strides toward you. The shadow of his silhouette looms over you, ominous and threatening.

He grabs you by the chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Where's the gold, mortal?"

The guards, once loyal to you, now stand beside the usurped throne, their expressions betraying fear.