The guard led me through the grand halls of the castle, eventually bringing me into a magnificent throne room. At the far end, seated on a raised platform, sat the king. His regal robes shimmered in the torchlight, and his piercing blue eyes studied me with keen interest. “So, you seek the lost city of Arindel, do you?” His voice echoed throughout the chamber. “Perhaps you’re the one I’ve been waiting for. But first, you must prove your worth."

The king rose from his throne and motioned to a grand, silver chest beside him. "There is a creature that has plagued my kingdom for years—a giant, ravaging villages, destroying crops, and instilling fear in the hearts of my people. If you can defeat this beast, I will help you find the city you seek. But there is a catch—only the sword of a fallen hero can slay this giant, which i possess."

He paused, his gaze sharpens. “I will allow you to wield it, but know this: The sword is cursed. Many before you have tried, and all have failed.”

The king’s eyes gleamed as he unlocked a nearby chest and pulled out a sword—a gleaming blade with runes etched along its hilt. “Take it. If you succeed, not only will I help you access the lost city, but you will also have a place in my court.”