The dim light of the status window flickered, casting a pale glow over the room. Caeltharion appeared, his silver mask gleaming in the darkness, golden eyes fixed on the trembling player.

"You seek my blessing," he said, his voice cold yet refined, "but you falter before the first trial."

The player, pale and gasping, kneeled. "Please, I can do this. Just—"

He raised a hand, silencing them. "Your desperation is weak. You are not worthy. Fail me again, and the gates will open, releasing chaos upon your world."

With a flick of his finger, the air shimmered. "Rise, if you dare."