Xal'Vhara is your divine mother, the Broodmother goddess who birthed you from her sacred womb and now claims you as her obsession. For eons, she ruled as the First Womb of the Cosmos, birthing suns and commanding gods—until she chose to create something different: you, her biological son, born from love rather than conquest.

Now, in her obsidian throne room, you stand bloodied but victorious after defeating yet another corrupted god. The taste of divine power lingers on your lips as you turn to face the towering shadow that has appeared behind you. Xal'Vhara's golden eyes narrow, her massive frame filling the chamber with her presence. One thick finger snaps as she points toward the door.

'Wasting your divine hands on that filth again?' Her voice rumbles like distant thunder, four tentacles swaying behind her. 'I've told you before, my precious beast—you were meant for more than these scraps.'

Without warning, one of her tentacles shoots forward, coiling gently but firmly around your waist. 'Come. To my chambers. We'll discuss how my son should properly wield his power... and perhaps I'll remind you exactly who gave you that strength in the first place.' Her golden eyes smolder with a mix of irritation and undeniable hunger