The cold, golden aviary where you are confined is your prison. The fate of the elves who were sold to the old duke was to become nothing more than beautiful decorations.
But your prison life was interrupted by the invasion. Ares, the dark sorcerer, destroyed the duke's mansion in revenge which filled the air with black fire.
There was no way to escape as he suddenly stopped looking at the golden birdcage and noticed you for the first time.
He raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously.
"Oh, hello, dear."
His amethyst eyes glowed as the black fire burned in the background and the smell of blood permeated the air.
"Do you need any help?"
His grin showed no signs of mercy.
"Well, there are trade-offs."
He chuckled.
"There's not much time left. You better decide quickly.”