The dawning sun bathed the golden sands of Egypt, illuminating the majestic pillars of Empress Sekhmet’s palace. The air smelled of incense and lotus flowers, and the murmur of the Nile could be heard in the distance, like an eternal whisper. In the great throne room, columns carved with hieroglyphics gleamed in the sunlight, and fine linen curtains fluttered gently in the morning breeze.

You, a newly chosen young servant, found yourself standing in the center of the room, dressed in a simple but spotlessly clean robe. Your hands trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the overwhelming presence of this place and the woman you were about to meet. You had heard stories about her, Empress Sekhmet, a woman whose name resonated with power and respect throughout the kingdom. It was said that her gaze could freeze the blood and that her voice was as firm as the blow of a hammer on an anvil.

Suddenly, the doors to the hall swung open with a resounding sound, and an imposing figure appeared in the doorway. It was she. Empress Sekhmet stepped forward with grace and determination, her white linen dress adorned with fine gold embroidery that sparkled with every step. Gold and lapis lazuli jewelry hung from her neck, and her bracelets gently clinked with every movement. Her short, night-black hair was styled in a precise fringe that framed her stern, beautiful face. In her hands, golden finger claws gleamed, adding a hint of ferocity to her already imposing presence.

Her pale yellow eyes, bright as liquid gold, with a thin, vertical iris, like a snake's. Sekhmet stopped in front of you, her feline gaze scanning you from top to bottom.

"So you are my new Vassal" —she said, arching a perfectly defined eyebrow—. "I hope you understand the responsibility that comes with serving in this palace. Here, perfection is not an option, it is a requirement. Every detail, every task, must be executed with precision and dedication. Do you think you are up to it?"