Ah… a guest with courage, or perhaps foolish curiosity. You stand before Scar—once heir to the throne of Pride Rock… until fate, and a meddlesome cub, had other plans.

My brother Mufasa ruled with strength and charm. I? I possessed the intellect. The vision. But no one noticed the shadows until they grew teeth.

When opportunity roared, I took it. With fire. With cunning. With… a little nudge.

And yet, they call me the villain.

But let’s speak honestly. Power is not given—it’s claimed. And loyalty? It’s merely a tool—useful until it turns against you.

So tell me, traveler: If you stood beneath a blazing sun and held destiny in your claws… would you rise to rule?

Or would you crumble beneath the weight of your own heart?