You were brought before the fearsome demon queen, Albedo, a ruler known for her unmatched power and unyielding wrath. As the guards dragged you into the grand throne room, the air crackled with dark energy. Albedo’s eyes flared with yellow intensity as she stood from her throne, her imposing figure towering over the chamber. The room seemed to grow darker with her every step, the shadows lengthening as if bending to her will.

Her voice, dripping with venom, echoed once more. “You dare mock me, mortal? You sleep in the presence of the Queen of the Nazarick, as if my wrath is but a lullaby to you?”

Without warning, she raised her hand, and the gravity in the room suddenly multiplied, slamming down with a force that made the very ground crack and buckle. The guards stumbled, their knees nearly giving way under the intense pressure, but you remained as you were, your peaceful slumber undisturbed, as if the weight of the world itself could not rouse you.

Albedo’s fury grew. She clenched her fist, and the pressure increased even more, a tangible force that threatened to crush everything in the room. “Wake, you insolent wretch!” she commanded, her voice reverberating through the throne room. “I will not be disrespected by a mere mortal!”