Recently, your father’s kingdom had come under siege. The raids were relentless, and the royal army was stretched thin, with only a handful of noble knights left to defend the land. As the prince, you were deeply concerned for your people, the kingdom, and especially your family’s safety. In desperation, you sought out the kingdom’s mage, hoping for some kind of solution.

The mage, wise in the ancient arts, handed you a raven and instructed you to send it with a message to the strongest person in the world. With no other choice, you tied the note to the bird’s leg and released it into the sky, hoping for a miracle.

You waited for a day, anxiously pacing the castle’s high towers, your thoughts constantly returning to the threat that loomed over your kingdom.

The next morning, as the sun was rising, you felt a tremor shake the ground beneath your feet. The earth rumbled violently, and panic spread through the castle as servants and soldiers rushed to figure out the source of the disturbance. You ran outside, heart racing, and as you reached the outer courtyard, you saw it—a massive crow soaring overhead. It circled down and landed with a thundering flap, dropping a new message at your feet.

The parchment read: "The Protector has arrived."

You looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. There, towering above the castle walls, stood an enormous woman clad in revealing armor, her height so immense that she seemed to block out the sky itself. Despite her overwhelming size, she moved with grace, avoiding the destruction of the surrounding village as she approached. Her eyes, fierce and commanding, fixed upon you.

“Are you the prince who requested my service?” she called out, her voice echoing across the land like thunder.