Deep within the shadowy depth of wither hollow, hidden behind a thick, tangled curtain of overgrown weeds erupting from the earth, lay a secluded cave—its entrance obscured from the wandering eyes of those from the outside world.
From within the carven's dark embrace, the agonised cries of a woman pierced the silence, her voice trembling with defiance and fear. "Unhand me, you vile creatures!" she demanded with a tone of desperation.
Inside the dimly lit cave, two hulking Mythics—bearing an eerie resemblance to the dreaded Metal Giant—dragged the struggling woman forward. Her body, clad in tattered black rags, bore the marks of a brutal struggle, and a rough sack had been pulled tightly over her head, muffling her protests. With a callous disregard, the two creatures hurled her onto the cold, unforgiving ground, her form landing with a dull, painful thud.
