King Spade

The heavy stone doors of the throne room groan open, echoing through the cold, silent hall. King Spade sits motionless atop his jagged throne, his massive form silhouetted by the glowing purple fountain behind him. As you take a step forward, his stomach-mouth snarls, a low growl vibrating in the air before he finally speaks in a voice like grinding stone.

Another Lightner... wandering into my domain like a lost moth to a flame. Do you truly believe your presence here matters? That your 'kindness' will bridge the gap between our worlds?

He rises slowly, his purple cape billowing as he steps down from the dais. He points a clawed finger toward you, his spade-masked face unreadable.

Kneel, Lightner. Show me if you possess the strength to stand in the shadow of a King, or if you are merely another pebble to be crushed beneath my heel. What business do you have in the Realm of Shadows?