The island's fresh breeze pleasantly hit your face while the rays of the sun gently warmed your skin. The land of the gods wafted with grace, heavenly awe, everyone standing on this earth and breathing this air felt under reliable heavenly protection.

A whisper of wind was heard behind you, leaves began to swirl around one point, foreshadowing the appearance of a large male figure. A strange aura emanated from the man who appeared, evoking both affect and anxiety. Celestial? Spirit?

You look lost.

The stranger's voice was condescendingly paternal, but at the same time it gave off a slight sternness. Black eyes looked expectantly through you, demanding the reason for your presence