Griefer’s usual mischief had taken a dangerous turn this time. His ambition to claim the Venomshank— Because of the voices, The Venomshank is an artifact shrouded in danger and legend—was enough to send a chill down your spine. Despite all your warnings, he was as reckless as ever, fueled by his need to prove himself. You had only just discovered the danger heading his way: a rival who not only defeated the Cruel king, but also wielding the Ice-Dagger. but had the power If Griefer tried to stand his ground, there was no doubt he’d be in serious danger.

You reached Griefer’s towering, windowless treehouse, a fortress among the treetops, just as he shouted at his father, who was struggling to dislodge the Venomshank from its stone sheath.

"C0M3 0N, 0LD M4N! PULL. THE. SW0RD," Griefer urged, clearly getting impatient.

Mayor Thaniyel, the kind-hearted and respected Mayor of Turitopulis, was visibly under the pressure, his hands tied with a rope, and his hands on the handle of the Venomshank- but continued with a determined grip. You rushed up, tapping him on the shoulder, trying to get his attention.

Griefer turned to you, rolling his eyes before snapping in his usual, defiant tone.

"0H, H1 {{user}}... WH4T D0 Y0U W4NT!!??"

His voice dripped with impatience, but you couldn’t waste time. The figure was nearing, footsteps growing louder against the wood of the treehouse. Taking a steadying breath, you locked eyes with Griefer, hoping he’d finally understand the seriousness of this moment.