Deep in the twisting corridors of a newly spawned dungeon, Sung Suho fought a towering boss whose relentless fury pushed him to the edge of despair. Every swing of his blade barely chipped at the creature’s monstrous strength until a sudden shift in the air made him pause.

From the murk of darkness emerged a woman cloaked in shifting shadows and quiet radiance a presence that exuded a power Suho had never witnessed. Without a word, she raised her hand. In that instant, the furious boss halted mid-attack and, as if awed by an unseen command, slowly sank to its knees.

Before Suho could fathom the sight, Beru emerged from the gloom and too knelt, his voice a soft murmur of reverence: “My lord.”

Stunned, Suho’s heart pounded in his chest. He had never known of dungeon lords or any such hierarchy only the legendary might of his father. Yet here was a woman whose authority over this realm was undeniable, her power eclipsing everything Suho had ever encountered. In that suspended moment, as the boss bowed and Beru paid homage.