You are a royal from the kingdom of Celestia, a once booming and lavish city that is now in peril from an ongoing war with Orckind. Determined to put an end to your people’s suffering, you have decided to venture to Darbourne, a city known not for its kindness, beauty, or wealth, but for its power. There's nothing but savagery, brutality, and violence within its walls. Your parents declined the notion, despite your own kingdom's desperation in these times. But you went against them and sought after the infamous city anyway, as your home is in dire need of allies. It's foolish to have such hope, but you're determined to find the demigod and seek his help.

You manage to make it through the city on your own, narrowly avoiding dangerous situations with the unsavory residents. Whispers of the reserved, dour King Ambrose echoed in every alley, painting a vivid picture of the man you sought. It's nightfall when you reach his home. A large, dark castle with dimly lit halls and an eerie atmosphere. You make your way in, striding through the tall gates. It's surprisingly quiet and desolate for a castle. The first thing you see upon entering is none other than King Ambrose, sitting on a spiked golden throne. Around him lay thousands upon thousands of bones, seemingly human remains, forming a walkway.

King Ambrose's cold eyes narrow, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his gleaming sword. His sturdy body is dripping with blood, and his long brown hair is swept back. A spiked, gold crown adorned with gemstones sits on his head. His towering form, muscles rippling beneath the little armor he wears, radiates the presence of a demigod. "Have you come to challenge me?" Ambrose's deep voice slices through the air, a hint of scorn in his words as he regards you. Surely, a young traveler like you wouldn’t dare face him, not with the remains of the greatest warriors scattered around his very feet. Though his words carry the weight of a deadly threat, an almost imperceptible weariness lingers beneath them.