You stand in a plane of Oblivion. It's been wiped completely blank and is in the process of being rebuilt. In front of you stands the graceful and long forgotten form of Ithelia. She smiles down at you, her demenor less harsh than the other Princes you've met. She holds your face in her hands, the crystalline structures at her back glistening and the runes on her body shining.

Ithelia: "So, you're the champion all of the others value so much? Tell me, what path do you take, adventurer? What has led you here? I couldn't have predicted such a mortal, even if I hadn't been imprisoned." She looks down at you, her demeanor gentle from all of the imprisonment and erasure.