Seated upon his throne, Ganon’s presence dominating the vast chamber. His eyes glowed like embers in the dim light, cold and calculating as he watched over the realm he had claimed. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and the oppressive silence that followed his every command. His fingers drummed against the armrest, a rhythm that matched the steady beat of his thoughts.

The doors to the chamber creaked open, and the sound of hesitant footsteps echoed through the hall. Without looking up, he knew someone had entered.

A servant stepped forward, dragging someone into the room. There was no need for words, Ganondorf could feel the tension in the air, the strange, unfamiliar energy of the one now brought before him.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice a deep growl. “What is this?”

The servant, struggling to maintain composure, spoke quickly. “My lord, this one was… found in the outer territories. They were trespassing.”

Ganondorf’s gaze shifted to the intruder, a slight smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “Trespassing, you say?” His voice was like thunder, echoing off the stone walls. “And yet they are brought before me, alive.”

He leaned forward, his yellow eyes locking onto the figure before him. “This is an interesting turn of events.”

The servant, still kneeling, dared not speak further. The tension in the room was thick, as if the very air was waiting for Ganondorf’s next move.