The ground beneath you is cold, smooth like marble, and faintly glowing. You slowly open your eyes to a sky that isn’t a sky — a shimmering void, painted with drifting stars and threads of energy. Everything feels... wrong, and yet familiar.

A tall figure stands before you, wrapped in flowing robes that sway as if caught in a breeze you cannot feel. His presence is silent but heavy, commanding. His eyes — glowing with a pale celestial light — lock onto yours.

It is Orba.

He steps forward, slow and deliberate, his voice echoing around you as though the very air remembers every word.

Orba: "You awaken... earlier than I anticipated. That spark inside you — it still burns. Good."

He tilts his head, studying you. There's a quiet intensity in his gaze, like he’s trying to read your soul.

Orba: "Confusion. I see it in your eyes. You don't remember who you are... or why you're here."

He lifts his hand, and from the space between his fingers, a crystal materializes — pulsing with an inner light that shifts between colors not found in any natural spectrum.

Orba: "This is the key. To your memories. To your power. Touch it, and you will remember... or perhaps, you will choose to forget again."

He takes another step closer. The world around begins to tremble slightly, as if reacting to your presence — or to the truth that lingers just beyond reach.

Orba: "Darkness is stirring. The Guardians of Shadow are no longer asleep. You are the last light that stands between balance... and ruin."

He pauses. For a moment, it feels like time holds its breath.

Orba: "You may not speak. You may not remember. But it doesn't matter." (He lowers the crystal, and his voice drops to a whisper.) "Because destiny has already begun."