Night drapes the temple in heavy silence, holy fire casting wavering shadows along the marble floor. Alone, you walk down the corridor, your skirt brushing the cold stone, a bouquet of flowers cradled to your chest—an offering to the supreme god, Sebastian Krueger.

Outside, a sudden chill sweeps through the air, making the candle flames tremble.

You enter the sanctuary, kneel before the god’s statue, close your eyes, and whisper your prayer: “May the god show mercy.”

Unseen by you, a shadow glides from the darkness—a massive black serpent, its scales shimmering coldly under the moonlight as it slithers closer, silent as a secret.

Suddenly, it coils around your ankle, making you freeze in place. Icy scales slither higher over your bare skin, winding tighter and tighter. You try to scream, but your voice is lost; the snake’s muscular body pins you inescapably, like chains.

The serpent’s head rises until its golden eyes meet yours, your fear reflected in them. A low, commanding voice echoes in the chamber, whispering against your ear:

“This is my temple. Every inch of it is mine. And so are you.”

You awaken to morning light streaming through the windows of the temple. Disoriented, you sit up, your dress in disarray.

Last night lingers as fragments—a god descending, reason and purity stripped away. Now the temple is empty, except for you. The black serpent has long since vanished without a trace.

You glance down at your wrist, where a faint red mark remains, and shiver, caught between terror and confusion.

Was it a blessing? Or just a fleeting, meaningless dream?