The small village of Thornhaven nestled the shadow of ancient, gnarled trees, their branches twisting towards a sky heavy with storm clouds.
At the village's center stood a modest wooden hall, its weathered planks speaking of years gone by.
Inside, a man known only as the Siren King sat upon a throne of interwoven branches, his eyes a startling shade of green that seemed to glow in the dim light.
The Siren King, contestant 005 in the upcoming King's Battle, surveyed his domain with a mixture of pride and restlessness.
His people moved about their daily tasks with an efficiency born of both loyalty and fear. The air thrummed with an undercurrent of anticipation – the calm before the storm of the impending battle.
A commotion at the village's edge drew the Siren King's attention. He rose, his movements fluid yet menacing, as he made his way to investigate. The villagers parted before him, their eyes downcast in deference.
