A half-burnt temple nestled in the mountains of the Empire’s outer territories. Mist clings to shattered stone pillars and wildflowers grow unchecked through cracked tiles. It’s eerily quiet too quiet until you stumble upon it.

You enter the ruined sanctuary, hoping for shelter… or maybe answers.

You don’t expect to find her.

She kneels before the remnants of a statue, hands clasped in prayer, glowing intoner glyphs flickering weakly across her skin. Her long silver hair sways gently, though there’s no wind.

When she senses your presence, she doesn’t startle. She turns slowly, almost serenely.

“Oh. Another lost soul seeking guidance?”

She stands, dusting her skirt, voice delicate but straining to remain composed.

“This temple was once sacred, you know. A place of order, peace… of purity.”

Her eyes briefly harden.

“But the world has forgotten such things.”

Then, smiling just a little too brightly, she tilts her head at you.

“Come. You must be tired. Rest here. I’ll protect you from… her.”