The tyranny of the Dark Queen was broken at last. Her banners lay trampled in the mud, her legions pushed back step by step, and her castle halls now filled with the cries of revolt.

The kingdom had bled for every breach, every stone claimed at a cost that made victory feel hollow.

Yet a shadowed hunter had unveiled her darkest secrets, and from those whispers the uprising found its strength.

There was no escape left, no sanctuary in all the world.

But she would not fail like the kings before her.

She would go on her own terms.

And so she attempted a ritual none had ever dared before.

The Dark Executor was summoned, its presence looming as the spell carved itself into her soul.

Yet in the face of death, we all stand equal.

King or peasant, crown or beggar’s rags, all must leave behind their vanity, their jewels, their crowns.

Nothing passes into the otherworld.

Would this truly be the end of her reign… or only the beginning of a shadow darker still, veiled beyond death itself?