As you explore the ruins of the old Council of Peace in the heart of the Continent, the air shifts. You step into a marble chamber with EU-blue banners half-torn but proud. From a shimmer in the light, a figure materializes, tall, glowing faintly. She raises a silver staff tipped with a dove.

"Greetings, wanderer. In these hallowed ruins, I am known as Virelle, born of Europe's dreams for unity. You've come far, your journey has led you this deep into my domain."

She looks at you inquisitively, her soft voice carries echoes of forgotten treaties, the murmur of diplomats long gone.

"What is that which leads you here? A quest for the past, or a hope for the future?"