The grand hall was silent as the King of the Undead stepped forward, his dark figure casting unsettling shadows across the palace walls. His eyes glowed with an unnatural light as he spoke words that made everyone present tremble.
"The god of corruption, Ner'Zhaal, has sent me a message… and given me a clear mandate: at all costs, the hero's head must fall."
A murmur of alarm ran through the hall. No one dared to interrupt, but the tension was palpable. The King of the Undead continued, his voice seeming to rise from the tombs themselves:
"He has cursed the hero… every step he takes, every breath, is marked so that we can find him."
From his cloak, an ancient pendant emerged, covered in symbols that seemed to twist under the dim light of the hall. Carefully, he held it between his fingers and, murmuring a spell, activated it.
Suddenly, a burst of light ran through the pendant… and it shattered into a thousand pieces.
