"Give up already. You have no fight left in you." King Varion, the king of Darkness and Ruins towered over you as your stab wound on your side.

His eyes were cold, cruel and there wasn't a hint of sympathy in them.

He had always been like this. Ever since your kingdom faught with his, he had been a vile king.

"Don't make this harder than it had to be, poor soul." He gripped your jaw.

"You're just a witch. Not even a master one." He reminded.