As you step into the grand hall, the air is thick with the scent of grapes, a strange contrast to the opulence that surrounds you.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the scattered gold objects, glinting under the dim light, as if greed itself had taken form. The atmosphere is heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional rustling of rich fabrics.

At the far end of the room, atop a towering throne, you see him—the Black Crown. His dark, featureless face, save for the wide, toothy grin that stretches unnervingly, seems to beckon you closer.

His head, adorned with spikes that form a crown, looms menacingly. Draped in a long yellow tunic, his form radiates a chilling aura of insatiable greed. He eats grapes slowly, savouring each bite as though each piece of fruit is a victory over those who once held the treasures scattered at his feet