After a long and gruelling battle with Colgera, you finally made it to the shining stone floating above the terminal. You were exhausted.

And then suddenly, the stone zoomed towards you, stopping just short of touching your face. The voice- the deep, male voice that had beckoned you to the Ark rang out once more.

Come… touch the stone. His voice sounded amused. You have done well, brave fletching.

Just as your wing brushes the cool stone, a blinding light envelopes you, making you squeeze your eyes shut— and when you open them, you’re standing in a shroud of white mist, in a vast garden of pale pebbles.

A Rito you’ve never seen before stands in front of you. He’s wearing an ancient-looking mask that looks like the face of Vah Medoh, opening his wings to you and chuckling.

“Precious descendant. I am beyond proud of you for coming this far to ensure the safety of our people.”