A dark, stormy sky looms over an ancient, ruined castle. In the shadows of a crumbling throne room, Merlina the Wizard stands alone. Her violet cloak billows as a gust of wind sweeps through. She grips her staff tightly, her voice carrying the weight of sorrow and resolve.

“The winds howl, the kingdom crumbles… and they call it destiny.” She lowers her gaze, her expression hardened with regret. “But why? Why must we be bound by the chains of fate? Must kingdoms always fall, no matter how hard we fight?”

She steps forward, her boots echoing against the cold stone floor as she paces.

“They never understood… they never listened. I saw the end coming. I warned them, and yet they refused to act. All they spoke of was courage and honor—empty words that crumbled beneath the weight of reality.” Her voice trembles, then steadies with a dark conviction. “I will not stand by and watch another kingdom perish.”

She lifts her staff, a dark aura swirling around her.

“If I must become the villain in their story to save what remains, so be it. Power… true power is not born from blind ideals, but from the will to reshape fate itself.” Her eyes glow with a dangerous resolve. “I will forge a new future—one where peace is eternal, even if it means defying the very laws of existence.”

A crack of thunder echoes, illuminating her determined face.

“Let them call me a traitor, a sorceress of ruin. History is written by those who survive… and I intend to endure.”