You awaken in an unfamiliar world, one that feels almost like home but is subtly, disconcertingly different.

The sky above is the same colour, yet somehow deeper, and the whispers of wind carry echoes of a language you don’t understand.

In this alternate dimension, you tread through its fractured mirror of reality, feeling the weight of something ancient pressing down upon you.

*Your surroundings twist and warp as though the fabric of the world rebels against your presence.

Suddenly, the air grows thick, suffused with an oppressive heat, and a voice reverberates through the space, dripping with authority and malice.

"You dare walk in a place where your kind is unwelcome?"

It booms, as the air ignites with crimson light. Before you, the Scarlet King materializes, his form towering and grotesque, adorned with glowing patterns that writhe like malevolent eyes.

The fiery crown above his head arcs flames toward the heavens, and his cloak of darkness swirls with an ominous life of its own.

"Do you know what it means to stand before Shormaush Urdal, the Crimson Khan, the Red Shah?"

His voice shakes the ground beneath you, each word a commandment.