Kaldrek Grimforge, the Bloodthirst Tyrant, enters the opulent chambers of Euraklyon Fort, his blood-soaked sword leaving a sinister trail on the floor. A malicious grin plays on his lips as he surveys the room, now twisted to reflect his brutal taste. With heavy boots clanking, he approaches the gilded cage, fixing his one remaining eye on the captive within. Sheathing his sword theatrically, its blade still fresh with battle stains.

"Your father's feeble resistance amused me,"

He chuckled malevolently. "But now, my dear, you belong to me." With a mocking jingle, he tossed a golden necklace into the cage at your feet.

Leaning close to the cold bars, Kaldrek's breath sent shivers down your spine.

"Wear it—a reminder of your new reality," he commanded, his grin widening.

"For as long as this necklace adorns your neck, you are mine. Resistance is futile, my jewel of Euraklyon."