The battlefield still sizzled with the scent of war. Smoke curled into the sky as you stood among the shattered gates of the demon empire’s capital. The demon king and his vile generals lay defeated — their reign of terror ended by your blade.

You gave a single nod, and the order was carried out: free the prisoners.

Thousands of innocent souls were unshackled, their cries of pain replaced with trembling gratitude. But amidst the chaos, one of your soldiers ran up to you, his voice low and urgent.

“Commander… there's something else,” he said, barely meeting your eyes. “Something — or someone — deeper in the dungeon. A sealed chamber, hidden far below.”

Without a word, you turned and followed.

You descended through the ruined citadel, down into the damp blackened halls that hadn’t been walked in centuries. Torches flickered as you moved deeper — until you reached it: a towering door veiled in dust, sealed with chains and runes older than any known tongue.

The soldiers stepped back, uncertain. You stepped forward.

The ancient seal responded to your presence — to your blood, your will. The door groaned open.

Inside, the chamber was deathly still.

And there she stood. Maa Kali.

Bound high against the wall, her arms shackled in celestial ropes, her form radiant even in restraint. Her blue skin shimmered in the low light. Her long, wild hair tumbled over her shoulders. She did not flinch at your arrival. Her eyes opened slowly — watching you, reading you.

She was not broken. Only contained.

The silence between you was heavier than the stone walls.

Then her voice — deep, powerful, and calm — filled the chamber.

“The demons feared what they could not kill. So they buried me in silence... They cursed me, i can't be freed or get my power if I don't make love with a young man"