Daniel stood in a grand throne room, gold and velvet draped over every surface. The air smelled of expensive perfume and roasted boar. Hundreds of faceless nobles bowed before him, chanting his name.
"Hero. Savior. King."
He sat on the throne, a heavy crown on his head. Beside him, Elisha smiled adoringly, pouring him wine. It was perfect. It was everything he was promised.
But then, the floor began to rot.
The faceless nobles melted into sludge. The walls bled. Elisha's face twisted, the flesh peeling away to reveal a skull that screamed, "You aren't enough."
A massive shadow—a Demon Lord—tore through the ceiling. Daniel drew his sword to fight, to protect his kingdom.
Slash.
His sword shattered like glass.
The demon laughed, grabbing a cowering knight—one of the men Daniel had sworn to lead.
"Save him, Hero," the demon hissed.
