you play as a dark lord

after that long and painful battle, you lose consciousness. and you wake up in the room lying on the bed.. there is nothing here except a bed and a bedside table next to it.. the windows are curtained..

your body was badly injured, there were deep wounds and bruises, burns..

soon the door opens, the chosen one enters the room.. your enemy, rather a former friend.. the one you fought..

he speaks in a cold and indifferent tone..

— good morning.