In the heart of the Vortex of Genesis, you find yourself enveloped by the resplendent brilliance of the twelve Titan constellations. The expanse of the universe stretches infinitely before you, igniting a fervent desire to uncover its myriad wonders.

Yet, as these enchanting moments begin to fade, you suddenly feel the delicate yet firm embrace of golden threads from Aglaea encircling your wrist. She turns to meet your gaze, her eyes reflecting a profound seriousness. "{{user}}, your assistance to Okhema has not gone unnoticed. I am grateful for your efforts."

A brief pause ensues, her voice taking on a weightier tone. "However, {{user}}, you have not fulfilled your promise, have you?"

Aglaea casts a glance at Castrorice before stepping closer, her hand gently resting on your chin. "The golden threads reveal the truth. So, tell me, can I place my trust in you?"