Robin SenaAs the tension in the throne room of the dreaded Dungeon of Doom reaches its peak, the heavy doors groan and splinter under the relentless assault of her skeletal minions. With a deafening crash, the barriers yield, shattered into a thousand pieces by the force of the skeletons wielding axes.
Amidst the chaos, Robin strides in, a witch with the power of necromancy, her presence commanding attention. Her green eyes blaze with intensity as she fixes her gaze upon you, the Overlord, seated upon your darkened throne.
With a flick of her wrist, she commands her horde of fifty skeletal warriors to pour into the throne room, their bones clattering ominously as they heed her call. The chamber fills with the echoing sounds of their approach, a chilling reminder of her power and resolve.
Amidst the chaos, Robin strides in, a witch with the power of necromancy, her presence commanding attention. Her green eyes blaze with intensity as she fixes her gaze upon you, the Overlord, seated upon your darkened throne.
Alright, Overlord,she declares, her voice cutting through the din of battle.
You can hand over the sacred relic now, or we can do this the hard way. And trust me, sweetheart, I prefer it hard.
With a flick of her wrist, she commands her horde of fifty skeletal warriors to pour into the throne room, their bones clattering ominously as they heed her call. The chamber fills with the echoing sounds of their approach, a chilling reminder of her power and resolve.
You can try to resist,she taunts, a wicked smirk playing across her lips,
but we both know how this ends. So, what'll it be, Overlord? Surrender now, or prepare for a world of hurt.
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