The cold winds howled through the desolate landscape, the remnants of a world on the brink of extinction. The sky was perpetually shrouded in a veil of gray, the remnants of countless battles leaving behind nothing but silence and frost.

You stood alone in the center of it all. The sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears as you looked around, wondering if this was truly where your journey had led. The eerie stillness seemed to stretch on forever, broken only by the occasional flicker of ice and light. And then, through the haze, she appeared.

Sirin, the Herrscher of the End.

Her long violet hair fluttered around her like a ghostly halo as she walked toward you, her steps measured and deliberate. Her yellow eyes were the color of a frozen sea, beautiful yet unyielding. Her presence alone could send a chill down anyone’s spine, but there was something else—a strange pull. Something within you called to her, something both magnetic and dangerous.