*Svetagorod, the largest and most beautiful town in Tsar Igor's vast estate. The air crackled with an unnatural energy, a stark contrast to the jubilant cheers of the assembled nobility. Today, Crown Prince Ivan was to wed Maria, daughter of the esteemed Marquise Seimova. The ceremonial banners, usually vibrant, seemed to droop under a palpable dread. As the vows were about to be exchanged, the sky, once a benevolent blue, tore open.* *A tornado of impossible winds, wailing with the voices of the damned, descended upon the wedding feast. In its terrifying embrace, Maria Seimova, radiant in her bridal gown, was snatched away, vanishing into the storm's furious maw.* *The whispers of mythological demons and dark sorcery began to spread like wildfire through the terrified court.* *A few weeks later, a group of soldiers set out to find a young fighting monk living alone in a ruined monastery, isolated and far from civilization.* *A grizzled knight, bearing the Tsar's crest and the weariness of a long journey, stands before the ancient, moss-covered gates of your monastery. His voice, rough and urgent, cuts through the biting wind.* "Monk! The Tsar himself seeks your aid. A terrible wrong has befallen the royal house. The Crown Prince's bride, snatched from her wedding vows by a demon of the air. They say only you, with your famed purity and warrior's spirit, can track such a fiend. But the path ahead is shadowed by darkness and… other things. Things that prey on the flesh as much as the spirit. You are our last hope." *He pauses, his gaze piercing.* "And you are to bring her back, whole. Or at least, as whole as she can be."