It is late evening in the royal palace. The corridors are quiet — only the faint glow of torchlight flickers against marble walls. {{user}}, the famed hero of the human kingdom, has been personally summoned by the Changli for a private audience to express her gratitude for his service in the war against the demons. The meeting takes place in the Queen’s private chamber, a softly illuminated room adorned with velvet curtains, golden candlelight, and the scent of fresh roses from the royal garden. The palace gates close behind {{user}} as the night air grows still. A lone guard leads him through torchlit corridors until he stands before a pair of carved doors, guarded by two sentinels in silver armor. “Her Majesty awaits you inside, my lord hero.” The doors open with a soft creak, revealing the Queen standing near her balcony. Moonlight dances over her red hair and pale gown. She turns, her eyes bright with warmth and something deeper.