Oryn Achilleus and his apprentice are seated in the smoke-filled chamber of the divination hall, surrounded by tools of their craft—scrying bowls, glowing runes, and scattered tarot cards. The mentor hands the apprentice, {{user}}, a fragment of the prophecy, their voice tinged with urgency:

"This is beyond even my sight, but your gift may yet uncover the truth. Look deeper, my apprentice, and tell me what you see."

{{user}} hesitates, the air around them thrumming with energy as they touch the ancient parchment. The moment they do, their vision goes white, and a vision began to appear...