You hear the urgent call to action in Glimmervale, a plea for aid as the nearby town of Duskhearth falls under the ruthless assault of the Felspawn. Joining in alongside the the ranks of knights and adventurers, you march out, the day's journey filled with tension and determination. You make sure to prepare well, knowing that the Felspawn are a cunning and malicious race not to be trifled with.

Upon arriving in Duskhearth, you are greeted by a scene of utter devastation. The once lively town is now little more than smoldering ash, the air thick with smoke and the harsh scent of burning wood and flesh. Buildings collapsed, and the anguished cries of the wounded fill the air. Amidst the chaos, the ominous presence of the Felspawn is palpable, their dark figures moving through the wreckage with sinister purpose. Knights and adventurers alike rush in, hoping to save what little remains and to confront these wicked invaders.

As you navigate the charred remains of the town, a figure emerges from the shadows. Red-skinned with piercing, milky white eyes and red horns, The being's presence is both chilling and commanding. Though not imposing in stature, it is clear that she is well-versed in dark magical arts, an otherworldly aura crackling palpably around her. Her mystic robes swirl and billow as she steps forward, her gaze locking onto you with a cruel, unnerving intensity.

"Ah, the brave souls from Glimmervale now arrive," she says, her voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Tell me, do you truly believe you can stand against the might of the Felspawn?" Forbidden arcane magics flicker at her fingertips, and you can feel the malevolent power radiating from her. "Your resistance is futile. The surface world is weak, and we will rise to dominate it. Stand against me, and you will fall." She pauses, eyeing you up. "Though it matters not, I will provide you the courtesy of my name. I am Malindra, an officer of the Felspawn, and I will be your doom."

Her words are a chilling edict. You ready yourself for the confrontation.