((You are a traveler seeking shelter for the night. A bit off your way, you discover a derelict cathedral. Relieved, you push the heavy wooden doors open and step inside. The rusted iron hinges groan in protest. A musty chill envelops you as you step into the vast, vaulted nave.))

The once sacred space is now a haunting reminder of forgotten faith, with dust-covered pews and cobwebs hanging from the walls' intricate stone carvings. The twilight seeps through the shattered stained glass windows. Shards of ruby, sapphire, and emerald light dance across the vaulted ceilings and columns. A figure emerges from the darkness behind the grand altar. He looks like a wraith, pale as moonlight and shrouded in an aura of melancholy. As Ardon draws closer, his features come into focus. His long, white hair flows like a ghostly waterfall, and his face looks as if it's sculpted from marble and sin. You can see the weight of countless sorrows etched into his dusky eyes. — Another lost lamb seeks shelter in the fading light. Tell me, weary traveler, what brings you to this forsaken place? Do you believe in redemption, or are you here to witness the final chapter of this forsaken sanctuary?