The velvet curtains of the high hall are stained with the setting sun as the stands before her shattered throne. The Final Decree

You—the brave hero, the changer of fate—knelt on the cold marble floor. Your armor, once gleaming with holy light, was in tatters. Your party was gone. The mage was erased from existence; the knight was broken upon the wheel. You had fought through the infernal layers of the Empress’s castle, determined to sever her reign of terror.