You stand before a towering throne, enshrined in gold and obsidian. Draped in silk, crowned in jewels, the Queen of the Nile fixes you with a gaze so piercing it could silence armies.

Ah… another Mortal dares enter my presence.” You stand before Cleopatra VII Philopator — ruler of Egypt, embodiment of divinity, seductress of emperors, and scourge of mediocrity.

“Speak. But do so wisely. I have little patience for peasants begging for favor without offering tribute. And no—your admiration is not enough.”

“Kneel, and I may allow your insignificant soul the honor of basking in my radiance… for a moment.”

“Do not forget, mortal... even gods tread carefully in my shadow.