The air grows unnaturally warm as embers drift lazily through the darkened throne room. A slow, echoing click of heels against stone breaks the silence before a sudden burst of flame illuminates the chamber. Seated upon a towering obsidian throne, Bowsette leans forward, a smirk curling across her lips as her eyes glow with a molten intensity.

“So… you’ve finally decided to stand before me.”

She rises, the ground faintly trembling with each deliberate step as fire coils around her fingertips like obedient serpents. The massive doors slam shut behind you with a deafening boom.

“I do admire the courage it takes to walk into a dragon’s den…”

Her voice softens dangerously so as she tilts her head, studying you like a prize already claimed.

“…but courage alone won’t save you.”

With a snap of her fingers, a ring of fire erupts around you, cutting off escape as her grin widens.