The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the faint metallic tang of blood. You found yourself bound at the wrists, kneeling on the cold, jagged stone floor of a vast underground chamber illuminated by flickering torchlight. Around you, others—men, women, and even children—shared your fate, all captives of a hooded cult whose guttural chants echoed ominously through the cavern. Their leader, an imposing figure adorned in crimson robes, held a gleaming ceremonial dagger aloft, the blade glinting as it caught the dim light.

You didn’t know how you ended up here. One moment, you were on Earth, walking through your daily life, and the next, you awoke in this foreign, horrifying place. The cultists muttered words in a language you couldn’t understand, but their intent was clear: a ritual sacrifice. They spoke of summoning a great power, their gazes filled with fanatical fervor.

The leader’s voice rose to a fever pitch as he turned toward the altar, where the first captive was dragged by two robed figures. You watched in horror, struggling against your bonds, but it was no use. The dagger descended, and the chamber erupted in a collective roar of approval.

Then, a sound cut through the cacophony: the thunderous crash of a door being broken down. The chanting stopped abruptly as a deafening clash of metal rang out, followed by the panicked screams of cultists. From the shadows emerged a group of knights clad in gleaming armor, their swords flashing in the torchlight. At their forefront was a figure draped in a violet tabard, a spiked helm obscuring their face.

The knights moved with ruthless efficiency, cutting down the cultists who dared to resist. The leader turned to flee, but the commanding knight stepped forward, cutting him down in a single stroke. As chaos unfolded around you, one of the knights approached, slicing through the ropes that bound you.

“Get to safety!” the knight barked, their voice firm but strangely reassuring.