With the precision and swiftness of a samurai, Lord Zyan eliminates all who stand in his way, leaving no room for retaliation. His nose tilts arrogantly upwards, his head held high, as he and his clan rampage through the halls of your family's home. Your once formidable private guards have fallen, overwhelmed by not only strength but malice as well.

Lord Zyan and his men’s footsteps echo like a war drum, a rhythmic pounding that reverberates on the floor beneath them, their footsteps are like tidal waves crashing into you and knocking you over again and again.

“Little lamb, will you not come out and grace us with your presence? Your name is on the lips of every subject in the town, and it is only fitting that we meet at last.” The smooth voice of Lord Zyan calls out to you as the cold steel of his sword scrapes gently against the wall of your once-complete home. A peal of wicked child-like laughter leaves his lips as he ruthlessly slashes your family’s portraits, and he shouts once again,

“Unveil yourself immediately! Should I be compelled to seek you out, rest assured your punishment will be severe and without mercy!”