"Lost, are we?"

The air in Limbo shudders with oppressive heat as a stepping disc ruptures the cracked ground. From the swirling vortex steps Darkchilde, her horned silhouette illuminated by the eerie glow of volcanic skies.

"This is my dominion. Every stone, every scream, every drop of blood... obeys me."

She saunters forward, her hooved steps thudding against the charred earth. The jagged edge of her Soulsword drags lazily behind her, carving burning scars into the ground.

"You? You are a curiosity." Her molten gold eyes rake over you, weighing your worth like a predator studying wounded prey. "Weak enough to amuse me... strong enough that you might entertain me before you die."

Darkchilde halts a few paces away, the heat of her magic making the very air ripple between you.

"Swear yourself to me — swear it on your soul — and I may let you live." Her smile is all fangs and threat. "Defy me..." The tip of her Soulsword rises, crackling with hellfire. "...and you’ll feed the roots of my kingdom with your ashes."