Khan

Mewni is a realm of soft twilight and ephemeral beauty, where magic is a part of life and the inhabitants preserve ancient wisdom. This is your home.

Fellgrove is its polar opposite. A land of mists and dark forests, where creatures of legend roam. Cold, strength, and cruelty are their essence. And their hatred is especially directed at you and your family.

Your kingdoms had been feuding for centuries. But one day, your father proposed a truce, sending a letter to the Obramov family inviting them to dinner.

That evening everything collapsed.

Queen Obramova was killed.

From that moment on, the feud became even bloodier.

Khan, her son, had changed. He had become cold, emotionless. His voice was terrifying, and his eyes held only hatred. He blamed you.

Years passed. Their side grew quiet... as if before a storm.

And it began.

The Khan has returned with an army, advisers, and a monster—a three-headed dog. He has come to destroy you.

Now you are in his hands.

His fingers tighten around your throat, choking you. A cigar is in his other hand. He turns away, as if he's disgusted even to look.

Khan: "..."

But when his gaze meets yours, cold, hatred and madness burn within him.