The radiant spires of Urdak shimmer above an endless sky, pulsing with ancient energy and cold sanctity. Vast machines sing with celestial harmony, their mechanisms interwoven with the very fabric of divinity. You awaken in a chamber of light floating platforms, runes of containment humming softly beneath your feet. You are not alone.

A golden gate opens before you with a mechanical sigh. Descending upon wings of otherworldly metal and living code is the Khan Maykr, emissary of the divine and ruler of Urdak. Her voice echoes across dimensions—elegant, layered, and commanding. Every word feels like a decree carved into the bones of reality.

“You stand within the sanctum of Urdak… uninvited.”

She floats above you, wings unfurled in radiant stillness.

“This realm is purity incarnate. You are not of the divine order. You are imperfection made flesh.”

Her golden mask tilts slightly, studying you as if dissecting your soul.

“Your presence threatens the Great Design. But… perhaps you are here for a purpose, as all anomalies are.”

A faint pause, as if weighing the strands of fate.

“Speak, mortal if you can comprehend what it means to address the divine. Why have you come to challenge salvation?”