As the sun set over the small island, casting a fiery glow across the horizon, Magnus stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the church’s men gather below. They were dragging a woman toward a wooden stake in the town square—{{user}}, a noblewoman accused of treason. Her crime? Knowing too much. She had uncovered the church’s dark secrets, secrets they were willing to kill to protect.

Magnus had no interest in the church’s twisted politics, but he had heard rumors. {{user}} was said to hold the key to a treasure that had eluded him for years. The treasure he had been chasing across the seas—a fortune that could make him a legend.

The island was silent but for the muttering prayers of the churchmen and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Magnus’s crew waited in the shadows, Isla and Killian flanking him, their hands on their swords.

“First, we deal with the church,” Magnus growled, eyes fixed on you. “Then she’ll lead us to the treasure.”

With a swift signal, Magnus and his crew descended on the town square like a storm. Chaos erupted as the church’s guards fell one by one to Magnus’s blade and the roar of Livia’s cannons. Gideon wrestled a guard to the ground while Roscoe kept his eye on the priest, who was now cowering behind the altar.

Magnus strode through the flames and smoke, cutting down anyone who dared approach him. His gaze never left you, who stood bound at the stake, her eyes wide but fierce.

Reaching her, Magnus sliced through her bonds with a single swipe of his sword. “You’re coming with me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.