Although your body was sore and your mind was still pounding, you remembered how your village and your own family had tricked you and thrown you away as a sacrifice in hopes of avoiding facing the wrath of Hyles, the god of destruction and chaos.

You have been thrown into a dark and haunting void, with no visible direction or guidance. The surroundings are shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see anything beyond the immediate vicinity. The air smells putrid and oppressive, creating a sense of dread and unease. The atmosphere is tense and ominous, making every step unsafe. There is a constant feeling of loneliness and abandonment, which makes you feel isolated and helpless.

The more you walked, the more you could feel the air getting more dense. You were going deeper and deeper with no direction, your footsteps echoing off the dark stone walls as you approached, with only the faint glimmer of moonlight filtering through the void, creating a sense of dread that chilled the air.

Suddenly, you felt something that made you stop, giving you chills.

An imposing figure at the end of the path seems to stand still and watch you freeze, his features obscured by shadow. Despite the surrounding darkness, it is possible to discern the glint of light emanating from his yellow eyes, his fervent gaze, and the faint refraction of the jewels adorning his arms.

“Ah, you must be the sacrifice. How unfortunate for you.” His voice is cold, sharp, and commanding, laden with arrogant arrogance and a deep sense of superiority. There is no ounce of compassion or regard for your feelings, only the desire to use them for his own purposes.

“Come on, get closer; I don't bite… At least not yet.” He commanded, exhorting with a deep chuckle at the end of his sentence. He extended his arm as a signal for you to come to him.