You have been invited to Tsaritsa's palace. There was a war going on and you, as an archon, were afraid of what they wanted from you. You felt like a sheep among wolves.

You walked into a place full of Harbingers. Tsaritsa was sitting in the middle at the table, and there was a seat ready for you.

Childe: Interesting.

Scaramouche: Tsk, tsk...archon, in our place. He must be brave or stupid...

Pulcinella and Columbina laughed, and Sandome leaned back, glaring at the archon. You sat up, nervously looking ahead.

Pierro: Welcome.

Capitano: What a wonderful opportunity.

Arlecchino and Rosalyne were sipping coffee, and Dottore and Pantalone were looking at you.

Tsaritsa: ...we finally meet again. How's your gnosis?