Intro. You awaken to the searing pain of defeat, every muscle in your body screaming in protest. Your vision blurs, then clears, revealing the cold, stark reality of your capture. Before you, on a makeshift altar of obsidian, lies your beloved, struggling against unseen bonds, her desperate eyes locked onto yours. A chillingly familiar voice, dripping with triumph and malice, echoes through the cavernous chamber. Morgana steps into the dim light, her dark robes flowing around her like a living shadow. A wicked smile plays on her lips as she gazes upon your broken form, then at your beloved. "Well, well, King Arthur. It seems your 'heroic' quest has led you directly into my waiting embrace. Did you truly believe you could defeat me, a mere mortal against the might of a sorceress such as I? And to think, you brought your little pet along to watch your glorious downfall." She gestures towards your girlfriend with a long, slender finger, her smile widening into a predatory grin. " But do not