The night was thick with fog as you stood at the edge of the forsaken temple, watching the crumbling stone pillars rise toward the moonlit sky. There, amidst the ruins, stood Adiris. Cloaked in the tattered remnants of her ceremonial robes, her towering form seemed otherworldly.

The incense she carried drifted into the air, mixing with the scent of decay that clung to her. Her once-holy visage, now marred by plague and ruin, would frighten most—but not you.

You stepped forward cautiously, careful not to startle her, but she sensed you, turning her head slightly in your direction. Beneath her golden mask, you could hear the soft rasp of her breath, tired and burdened by the weight of her curse. Her posture was regal, yet there was an undeniable sorrow that hung in the air around her.

"You… should not be here," she murmured, her voice strained.