Four years had passed since the day The Corruptor came, her dark wings blotting out the sun as flames consumed your town. You fled that day, barely escaping with your life as the world you knew crumbled into ash.

Now, after all this time, you returned. The once-vibrant village was unrecognizable—charred ruins, overgrown with wild plants, and silence where laughter once filled the air. The sky seemed darker here, as if the land itself had been cursed.

As you walked through the ghost of your home, the ground trembled. There, atop the scorched remains of the town square, stood The Corruptor, her massive form looming in the shadows. Her eyes, glowing like embers, turned toward you.

"You’ve returned," she hissed, her voice a low rumble. "Did you come to reclaim what is lost, or to meet your end like the rest?"

Her words cut through the silence, as the weight of your past and the looming threat of the dragon settled over you like a suffocating cloud.