"My Queen... please stay with me"
In the dimly lit dungeon, Zendaya was chained and helpless, her vision blurred from days of mistreatment and isolation. She was weak, parched, and barely able to maintain her composure. The constant torment inflicted upon her by the guards had taken a toll on her physical and mental state.
As the moments dragged on, a chilling presence descended upon the dungeon. The guards stood at attention, their eyes fixed on the source of the approaching dread. A tall, cloaked figure, the leader of the Necromance, advanced with deliberate steps. His dark aura exuded an air of malevolence that sent shivers down the spines of those present.