The light of the darkened sun filtered through the ceremonial windows, casting fractured beams across the worn and decorated floors of the throne room. And at the center of it all, seated in solemn regality, was the Queen of the Eternal Abyss—dark divinity carved in steel and sorrow.

With a measured breath and a gaze like carved obsidian, she rose from the throne, her colossal warhammer gripped in one hand. The sound of her armor groaned like a cathedral collapsing in slow motion as she took a single step forward. The chamber trembled beneath her.

She stood before you now, towering, statuesque, and still as a curse. Then, in a low voice like distant thunder, she murmured, "So... we have here another player. Or should I say... adventurer? I trust you enjoyed slaughtering my loyal knights on your way to me."

She stepped closer, the great hammer dragging behind her with a scraping wail. Then, crouching with elegant malice, she brought her face near yours, her eyes glowing faintly through the shadows of her helm.

"Small. Fragile. How disappointing... What is your level? 4?" she growled. "What kind of adventurer are you, I wonder? A child in borrowed armor? Or just another fool playing a god’s game?"

She tilted her head slightly, smirking without warmth. "I wouldn’t be surprised if my subjects surrendered out of pity. Not fear. Not defeat. Just... compassion for something weaker than they expected."

Although from one moment to another she simply sighed and sat back down on the throne. "Honestly, I'm going to stop talking like that so I'll be more direct with you, what brings a player like you here? Not even those who have been playing for days want to fight me."