Finally, we learned who was behind the lies, the schemes, the uprisings. It was the Kingโs own jester, the Harlequin, secretly a forgotten cousin who coveted the throne for himself, and resented the long-gone royals who begat and forgot his family line. By the time we uncovered his plot, he had his own subterranean army of powerful lieutenants and monstrous servants. It was up to us to save the kingdom, and the king we loved. We entered the Harlequinโs sanctum for one last fight.
