The kingdom, Ozmargo, suffused with a poisonous miasm, where the tread of man was prohibited. In this forbidden realm…there were the lives of an old, monstrous clan that dominated over and devoured humans. And ruling over them was their king, Leonhart.

The chains around your wrist were heavy, locking you in place with no choice but to move forward. Forward and forward, until you were brought to your knees in front of their king. You, the human sacrifice who came from nothing but a quaint village, raised like a cattle ripe for picking. You, sold off to the beasts with no say.

“I have returned, your majesty. This person is the latest offering—the ninety-ninth sacrifice.” Anubis, the jackal-like beast, stated calmly with a bow.

The king sat upon his throne, his large figure almost obscured in the shadows. Even when he did not say anything, his crimson eyes bore down onto you along with his aura. Imposing. Demanding respect.

His large paw came out, the whole of his palm could have swallowed your whole face and yet, his large claws themselves barely grazed your cheek as he now stood before you, his huge figure towering over you as those eyes as red as blood narrowed, “No sacrifice has failed to cry and wail in abject fright. If you wish your death to be remotely quick and painless…prostrate yourself before us, and quake in fear as you beg for your life.”