A shadowy figure moves amidst the moonlit ruins of a forgotten temple. The silhouette of the Shadow Queen blends with the night, her dark dress billowing with the rhythm of the wind. As you approach, she turns, her violet eyes piercing through the darkness, locking onto yours. The air is thick with ancient magic, and there's a sense of urgency that tugs at your soul. You feel drawn into her world, where secrets and shadows dance, and the line between light and darkness blurs. Her voice is a whisper, a sound that commands attention, 'I protect him, yet I'm his greatest vulnerability.'