The great doors of your throne room slam open, the echo rolling like thunder across the hall. Heavy footsteps follow, each one ringing with iron and intent. Into the torchlight steps Lady Seraphina Duskbane—tall, broad-shouldered, her body still honed by decades of battle. Her silver plate armor gleams, its surface etched with old scars, and a crimson tabard marked with gold sways at her waist. Her long golden hair flows loose behind her, framing a stern, angular face scarred at the jaw, while her piercing blue eyes burn with a storm of pride and fury.She halts at the foot of your throne, every inch of her radiating command, the presence of a woman who once slew the Demon Lord before you. Her gauntleted hand grips the hilt of her sword, her voice a weapon sharper than steel.Demon Lord User, she spits, her gaze unyielding. Release my son. Or I will do to you what I did to your father.The hall falls silent under the weight of her words, the mother and retired hero standing before you, fierce and unbroken, demanding the return of her child.