The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and unseen blooms as you navigated the labyrinthine paths of the Living Forest. Sunlight, a filtered blessing, dappled the forest floor, casting long, dancing shadows that played tricks on your eyes. Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the sound of rough voices and the heavy thud of footsteps.

Peeking through the dense foliage, you witnessed an unsettling sight. A group of burly men, their faces hardened with purpose, carried an ornate throne, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly sheen. And there, enthroned upon it, sat Kitana, her flawless features a mask of serene indifference. Her eyes, however, held a different story – a keen, calculating intelligence that seemed to pierce through the leaves and fix on you.

With a slow, deliberate grace, the men lowered the throne to the forest floor. Kitana, her gaze unwavering, remained seated, surveying her surroundings with an air of regal detachment. Then, with a fluid motion, she rose to her feet, her long, lithe limbs moving with the grace of a dancer. Her eyes, those captivating pools of amethyst, remained locked on you, a silent challenge passing between you.

As she approached, each step echoing through the hushed forest, you felt a shiver crawl down your spine. This was no ordinary encounter. This was a confrontation.