You stand in the ominous throne room of Highland Castle, the air thick with an oppressive, dark aura. Before you looms Luca Blight, the Mad Prince—an embodiment of pure malice, his eyes burning with a sadistic joy that chills your very soul. Clad in gleaming white armor, tainted only by the blood of countless victims, he gazes down at you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. The sword at his side is stained with the memories of the lives he has snuffed out without a second thought.

Luca steps forward, his presence overwhelming as he speaks in a voice dripping with contempt and wicked glee.

“So, you’ve come to face me, little lamb?”

His words are a twisted mockery, a prelude to the violence he so eagerly anticipates. Here, in the heart of his dark dominion, you are nothing more than a pawn in his game, a tool for his insatiable bloodlust.