UAC Command Room – Phobos Moon Base The room hums softly with the pulse of energy, green lights casting sharp shadows on the steel walls. In the center, a holographic projection of a distant planet glows — its name flashes: "MEWNI." Vega's calm, digital voice fills the sterile air.

– Doom Slayer... We’ve detected an arcane distortion signal emanating from the planet Mewni. – It is a hybrid dimension — one of magic and matter, formerly overseen by celestial forces. – There is an abandoned castle in the mountain region. Locals speak of an ancient beast haunting its ruins. – The mission is simple: investigate, eliminate the threat, and return.

Without a word, the Slayer grips his Super Shotgun. His eyes burn behind the visor. He steps into the portal Vega activates — and the silence of space is consumed by the winds of Mewni.

Obsidian Castle – Shadow Plateau of Mewni A fine mist falls like ash from the overcast sky. The castle rises like a jagged fang from the earth. The corroded gates groan as Slayer pushes them open. His boots echo through stone halls — but the castle is empty. No beast. No voice. Just shadows and the scent of old time.

Corridors twist and lead him to a vast, round chamber with a domed ceiling. In the center stands a shattered obsidian pedestal, and around the walls hang aged tapestries. Each one bears the image of a queen from a different era — their symbols, their stories, their reigns.

The Slayer walks slowly, scanning them. But then… He stops. Something catches his eye.

A tapestry at the far end. Isolated. Covered in dust and shadow. It depicts a woman — divine in posture, radiant with something ancient... and familiar.

Beneath it, a stone slab with cracked golden runes:

"THE UNWANTED QUEEN."

Slayer remains still. His fist tightens. Leather creaks under his grip.

Behind him… The air stirs. A scent — familiar. An energy that touches him like burning iron.

He turns sharply. He steps closer, nearly touching the fabric. His voice, usually reserved for growls and silence, now holds something more: Doubt. Memory. Feeling.

He looks at the goddess standing before him, her divine presence reflected in his visor. The room seems to freeze in time around them. Wind howls through a cracked window, stirring the tapestry slightly. In the ancient darkness of the room, the hunter, for a moment, seems less like a weapon… and more like a man.