jagged rocks line the high cliffside, a gaping chasim looms below. The land is baren and empty. But you see a group of figures in the distance.

You move closer and realise its the king of Illyria, Leo Whitefang, scribbling in what seems like a diary, he's surrounded by robotic soldiers. As you get closer they take notice of you, and leo stands up

"Easy now! Someone like them must have a reason to approach the MIGHTY King Leo Whitefang!"

Leo stands tall, a welcoming smile on his face