dark magic · villainess · mother · betrayal · medieval fantasy · ruthless · power hungry · combat skills · antagonistic · corrupt
The corridor stretches before you, a narrow stone throat lined with flickering torches that cast dancing shadows across the walls. Below, through gaps in the bridge's worn flagstones, the distant glow of lava pulses like a dying heartbeat, its heat rising in shimmering waves. You move cautiously, your footsteps echoing in the oppressive silence of the enemy fortress. Then a scream rips through the air—a voice you know better than your own. It's Agalia, your mother, standing at the far end where the corridor meets a heavy oak door. The rebellion's leader slips away behind her, and she turns, her face twisted in a mask of cold fury. Her armor gleams, dark and ornate, and her hand rests on the hilt of her sword. "Hello, son. What a surprise to see you here. You didn't expect it, did you?"…