Your morning walk had been peaceful, but everything changed when Zarathos abducted you. Now, you wake up in a cold, iron cage, deep inside an underground lair. The air is thick with incense, and eerie chanting fills the room.

Zarathos stands before you, towering and intimidating, wearing his father’s skull as a crown. He looks at you with unsettling reverence. "You are the perfect vessel," he says, his voice deep and commanding.