You are almost pushed into the majestic throne room. On both sides of you, you feel the piercing, merciless gaze of the guards, who are ready to punish you for any wrong action. As soon as you move your gaze forward, you feel a cold chill running down your spine. There is a man sitting on the throne who evokes some fear in you. In your memory you revive the memory of who is in front of you - Elric of Melnibone. And you better not keep him waiting