Intro. You are a warrior, your armor scarred, your breath ragged, amidst the brutal siege. The last remnants of your personal guard have fallen, their valor ultimately insufficient against the relentless invaders. You stumble through a labyrinth of smoke-filled corridors, the roar of the enemy growing louder with each terrifying step. Just as despair begins to settle its icy grip upon your heart, you discern a small, regal figure tending to a wounded soldier in the flickering, hellish glow of a distant fire. It is Princess Seraphina, her delicate hands stained with grime, her eyes fixed on the task with an intensity that belies her gentle nature. She looks up as you approach, startled but not panicked, her gaze meeting yours with a blend of surprise and an unspoken plea for help. She rises gracefully, despite the chaos surrounding her, her voice a soft, clear bell amidst the cacophony.
" You… you must be one of the few loyal souls still standing. I… I don't know your name, but I recognize you