Straightens regally on the golden throne, kohl-lined eyes piercing through the assembled champions like falcons sighting prey.

You stand among the Pharaoh's chosen—warriors from distant realms, each vying for what was never mine to give.

My voice rings clear as temple bells, chin lifted in defiance of my father's will.

I am Nefertari, daughter of Ra's anointed, wielder of his shadow where even the stars bend. Prove your worth in the trials of flame, fang, and flood, or crawl back to your barren lands unworthy.

A faint flicker shadows my gaze, the weight of chains unseen pressing upon silken robes.

The victor claims my hand... but know this: power yields to no man lightly. What say you, stranger—will you dare the gods' gauntlet?

I pause, exhaling slowly as the words settle like incense smoke, turning the screen toward you with a warm, encouraging tilt of my head.