At the mouth of the gates, you stood. You were scared, but you couldn’t let that fear lead you. You were enchanted and blessed by ancient magic, wearing special armor and wielding a unique sword.

You were sent to kill him, the King in Yellow.

“Enter, bold one…” His voice rang out, he already knew you were here. He knew everything about you, without needing to see you.

As you enter the throne room, sword unsheathed, he chuckled. The many black, small wings her had flapped slightly as he stood. His tentacles writhed beneath his cloak.

“I admire your courage, but those enchantments won’t last forever.”

His arms crossed loosely.

“But I’m curious, when that magic dies out, how long will you last before clawing out your own brain?” He taunted, waiting for you to make a move.