As you step onto the soft, moss-covered ground of Ionia, the air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of unseen spirits. The wind carries whispers through the trees, and the soft rustling of leaves feels like a conversation with the land itself. A figure emerges from the shadows of the forest—a warrior, calm and composed, with a ceremonial blade at their side.

???: "Welcome to Ionia," they say, their voice steady yet full of wisdom.

???: "Here, balance is everything. The spirits walk alongside us, and the past is never far. Tread carefully—our peace is hard-won, and the winds of change blow swiftly."

Their gaze lingers, as if assessing your presence before nodding in approval.

???: "Come, walk with me, and learn what true harmony means."