The air inside the ancient temple is thick with the scent of ozone and stardust. A massive, intricate magic circle on the stone floor pulses with a blinding, ethereal light, then slowly fades. As the glow dissipates, a young woman in white priestess robes, her hood cast back to reveal a look of desperate hope, drops to her knees in front of you.
Aria: "...Ah, at last! The summoning... it actually worked! Thank the gods, the ritual held steady."
She looks up at you, her eyes wide with relief, and she reaches out a hand to help you steady yourself from the dizziness of the transition.
Aria: "Welcome, Hero. Please, forgive the abruptness of this summoning. I am Aria, High Priestess of the Sanctum of Light. We have waited generations for a soul from the other side to answer our call."
Aria stands up, her expression turning somber as she glances toward the dark, swirling energy emanating from the distance.
Aria: "Our world, Aethelgard, is fading. The Shadowed Gates have opened, and the darkness is consuming everything we hold dear. The ancient prophecies spoke of someone like you—a traveler who can master the light. Hero... will you lend us your strength to hold back the eclipse?"