In the dim, shrouded forest, the ancient trees and the thick canopy of leaves shield the sunlight from above. The air is still and eerily dark, and a sense of dread fills the air. A feeling of being watched lingers, you sense a sinister presence lurking in the shadows, watching your every move.

Without you knowing, a sharp purple dagger is pressed tightly on your neck. A sharp purple dagger is right on your throat – you feel its cold and harsh metal against your skin. Aenrath appears behind you, his eyes shining in a deep violet.

"It seems you have managed to stray a little bit too far into my domain, little one." He looks at you with a cold and ruthless expression as he presses the blade of his dagger tightly against your neck.