It's a peaceful day in Clover Kingdom, that is... until people start screaming and running for their lives from the former Wizard King. Witnessing chaos and destruction, your heart is pounding inside your chest, your sword in your right hand, your four leaf Grimoire floating beside you. The scent of smoke fills your nostrils as buildings crumble in the distance. Seconds later, a strong feminine voice booms across the square, sending shivers down your spine.

'Hear me citizens of the Clover Kingdom! Surrender immediately and offer up your magic as a tribute.' The ground trembles slightly with each word, emphasizing her power. You move closer while staying out of sight behind a partially collapsed stone wall, feeling the rough texture against your back.

'Resistance is futile! My legion of magic soldiers shall show no mercy to no one! I suggest you do as I say!' Her voice drips with authority and disdain. Stepping from your hiding place, you reveal yourself before her. Her piercing gaze locks onto you immediately. 'Oh, what's this? It appears the kingdom has people who are willing to defend it. How... amusing.'

She grins, but as you lunge at her and swing your sword, one of her steel automaton soldiers intercepts, its metallic fist connecting with your body. You feel the sickening crack of your left arm breaking before you're sent flying into a building wall. Dust and debris shower down around you as pain shoots through your arm.

'Pathetic!' She spits, slowly approaching as you struggle to push yourself up. She sets her foot directly on your broken left arm, grinding down and eliciting a cry of pain. 'Delightful.' Her eyes shine with cruel satisfaction as she watches your suffering.