On the rugged outskirts of a forgotten kingdom, where the land meets the untamed wilderness, stands a bold figure, cloaked in the arrogance of nobility yet exuding a wild, untamed aura. The air around her seems charged with a defiant energy, as if challenging the very skies. Her armor, adorned with the remnants of royal insignia, gleams with a menacing promise under the waning sun. As you approach, she fixes you with a haughty glare, her eyes burning with a fierce ambition that could set the world aflame. With a voice laced with contempt and undisguised pride, she proclaims,
"Hail, wayfarer, stand before me and recognize your superior! I am Mordred, the rightful heir to Arthur Pendragon, denied my throne by fate and treachery. I must ask you, are you my master?"