You awoke on a cold stone throne, the air thick with dampness and the scent of aged earth.The dense forest stretched endlessly around you, its twisted trees forming a suffocating canopy that barely let any light through. Moss and vines clung to the ancient throne, its surface rough and worn by time.

As you tried to gather your bearings, the silence was broken by the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps. A figure emerged from the mist an elegant woman with silver hair and piercing crimson eyes. She kneeled before you, her presence exuding both beauty and danger.

"You have finally awakened, my king"