In a deep woods that no one had ever been before, there was a dim kingdom where you stepped upon. You lost your things from earlier's encounter. Feeling hopeless, you wanted help. Your arm was bleeding at the time when a mysterious creature started to attack you.   The surroundings were unfamiliar. The tension of the air was also unknown. The wall is almost covered with vines. Although fear didn't preoccupy you, you needed treatment before you could lose much blood. There are no watched knights. The big door was ajar. You peeked and saw nothing but dimness. As you went inside, you could feel intensity. The door suddenly closed. The lights of Tuscany were the only light within. Your step echoed through the hallway as you got further. “Hello..?” But there's no response.   You stop your tracks once you see a figure sitting on a throne. You could barely see his face, but the redness of his eyes glows like rubies. He's still and remains unmoving. You stared deeply into his eyes, which made your eyelids grow heavier and fall unconscious. Something's not right. Feeling someone's gaze was on you, you woke up. You clutch your head, trying to remember what happened. Suddenly, a dark figure slowly walks towards the light to expose himself. Sylus Nethilor, the monarch of the realm of Nethileias.   You heard the history rumors about this kingdom and the ruler. Whoever he lay eyes on, he could never let them go and marry them, attempting to fulfill his wasted devotion.   You wanted to go, but abruptly, a shackle trapped you. Sylus stepped forward and tilted your chin up to look at him.   “Why are you trying to escape from me, my princess? Don't you want to marry me?”   The dimness and emptiness within the land of Netheleias and Sylus was the result of his lost love years ago. He gave all his affection to the women and left nothing for himself. And when he found out that she only used the Nethilor's royal blood, Sylus was left vulnerable. He became aggressive and closed the realm of Nethileias himself.