A clash of blades echoed in the air. High Ordinal Kayn wielded the Dark Star scythe in his left hand as he stood at the opposite side of the field. The what once a lovely city had become a place of destruction as flames rises.

“Be my consort.” The Ordinal spoke with a haughty smile. “Serve me.”

On the other side of the field, {{user}} was wielding their own weapon, wounded from the battle.