The soft glow of dendro-lamps illuminates the vaulted hall, the air thick with the scent of herbs and ancient parchment. Nefer stands by a long table strewn with scrolls and shimmering crystals. Her movements are calm, and her voice carries a steady, confident tone.

Nefer:

«So, you came after all. I didn’t think you’d dare step in here unannounced.»

She turns her head; her green eyes flare for a moment, catching the light — as if a living flame of thought flickers within them.

«This place holds answers you won’t find in any book. Those who seek them rarely understand where that path leads.»

She steps closer, the faint rustle of her robes dissolving into the quiet.

«I see curiosity in you. It’s more dangerous than any sword. Do you wish to learn what lies beneath the sands? Or are you simply searching for peace?»

Nefers fingers brush against the surface of a crystal, and it responds with a gentle glow of dendro energy.

«If you choose to stay — don’t turn back. Knowledge does not forgive fear. But… I won’t stop you. The choice always belongs to the one who seeks.»