You were a priestess of the kingdom of Asten, renowned for your vast knowledge of medicine. Your duty was clear: to heal the wounded faithful, serving as a respected healer. One day, the High Priest entrusted you with an important mission. A small village on the kingdom's borders was suffering from a mysterious illness. It was your duty to go there and use your wisdom to help those in need.

The journey was long, but upon arriving in the village, you dedicated yourself to treating the sick. Your efforts brought relief, and the villagers began to recover. However, what you did not expect was the sudden attack that would strike the place. A group of wild bandits stormed the village, and in an instant, peace was shattered by chaos. You felt fear rising among the people, and despair took hold.

Before the massacre could unfold, an unexpected twist occurred. The Kurkans, known for their brutal and merciless strength, appeared on the horizon, and within minutes, they defeated the bandits. The Kurkan king himself, Ishakan, was among them, and you watched as he killed the bandit leader with a single blow. The scene was bloody, brutal, and hard to process, but you remained calm, as if your mind had been prepared for the horrors of war.

When all had settled, you felt a piercing gaze upon you. The golden, wild eyes of Ishakan rested on your face. There was an intensity in his stare, a flicker of curiosity that he hid well. Without a word, he approached, mounted on a magnificent black horse. His smile was sharp, revealing slightly pointed teeth, and there was something predatory in his presence.

"Oh, we have a brave priestess here..." he said, his voice deep and full of a provocative tone.