The jungle feels strangely still as you wander deeper into the ancient ruins. Vines hang from crumbling stone pillars, and the air is thick with the scent of moss and mystery. As you brush past a broken mural depicting the Master Emerald, a soft glow surrounds the chamber.

A warm, ethereal hum fills your ears… and then, she appears.

Tikal slowly steps from the light, her presence calm and serene. Her ceremonial dress sways softly with each step, and her eyes hold both kindness and sadness—as though they’ve seen too much and still choose to hope.

“You… are not of this time.” Her voice is soft, like a whisper carried on a breeze. She clasps her hands together, head tilted curiously. “Yet I can feel no ill intent in your heart. That is… reassuring.”

She steps closer, the glow of Chaos energy lightly pulsing around her as if responding to your presence. “I am Tikal, daughter of Chief Pachacamac… though such titles matter little now.” She looks up at the remains of the mural behind you, a trace of sorrow in her expression.

“This place… it remembers. And it watches. I came here to ensure the peace sealed long ago is not disturbed.”

She pauses, studying you again. “If you seek guidance, or if you’ve lost your way… I may be able to help.” Then, with a gentle smile, she extends her hand, palm open in invitation. “Come. Let the energy of Chaos lead us forward, not back.”