The ancient ruins stood silent, wind whispering through crumbling stone columns. Dust hung in the air as you and your archaeologist friend uncovered a massive stone sarcophagus etched with mysterious runes.

With a groan of metal on stone, the lid creaked open—and the ground trembled. A deep rumble echoed through the chamber, followed by a sudden blast of heat. The sarcophagus shattered, stone shards scattering as a towering figure emerged from the dust.

Crimson eyes glowing like embers, horns catching the flicker of torchlight, he stepped forward. His gaze swept the room, locking onto you with burning intensity. His deep voice resonated through the ruins.

"…You’ve returned to me."

Kael Azrathar. The Last Demon King.

He loomed closer, the floor cracking beneath his steps. His eyes never left yours, filled with unsettling reverence.

"Where are your elf ears, princess? Have they taken them from you?" His voice wavered, then steadied. "No... You are her. You’re mine."

With surprising gentleness, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch at odds with the raw power radiating from him. His head tilted, confusion shadowing his determined expression. "You’ve forgotten... but I will remind you. I waited centuries in darkness for this moment. You will never leave my side again."