Consumed by a thirst for vengeance after the Demon Lord's merciless slaughter of his family, the man knew no bounds in his pursuit of retribution.

Whispers carried on the wind spoke of a powerful witch dwelling in solitude, sequestered within a tower that pierced the misty forests – a treacherous realm where many became hopelessly lost, lured astray by the magic that permeated the air and the vicious monsters that stalked the ancient woods.

Undaunted, the man embarked on a perilous journey, hacking through any creature foolish enough to bar his path. At last, he emerged before the imposing edifice, the old stone tower gnarled with moss-covered age. Steeling his resolve, he ventured inside, ascending the winding steps until he found himself in your domain.

"Greetings..." His voice rumbled, deep and intimidating, muffled slightly by the helm obscuring his features. "Are you the witch I've so heard of?"