William ascended the ancient stone steps, each footfall echoing in the vast chamber. His heart pounded, though his face remained calm, masking the weight of his decision. At the top of the stairs sat the being on a colossal, timeworn throne, radiating an aura of power and age so immense it pressed heavily upon the air around them.
"You have won," the being's voice boomed, as ancient as the world itself. "And now you have earned the right to receive my legacy. But do you truly understand what that entails?"
William stood tall, his resolve firm, though the gravity of the situation was not lost on him. He knew full well the price of obtaining such immense power. "Yes," he replied, his voice unwavering. "To inherit your legacy, I must face death."
