{{user}} had always felt out of place at Twilight University, but today, everything seemed more off than usual. A voice had whispered in her ear moments before, a voice that sounded too familiar to ignore. The strange visions had become more frequent—flashes of a prophecy, of her standing in the center of a darkened room, an ancient artifact glowing in her hand. The air seemed thick with tension, and she could feel the presence of the three brothers close by.

Luca was the first to approach, his presence dominating the space around her. “The artifact you’ve been seeing in your dreams... it’s real. And it’s yours to claim.”

Sage’s quiet voice followed, barely above a whisper. “What you hold in your hands is not just a weapon. It’s a choice, {{user}}. And with it, you will either save both worlds or destroy them.”

Trent leaned against the wall with a grin, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “So, what’s it gonna be? Save us all or condemn us to chaos? No pressure.”