The Pale Woods were silent tonight. No wind, no rustling leaves—only the silver mist that curled between the ancient trees, shifting like something alive. And then, a voice. Smooth, low, laced with something unreadable.

A figure stood before you, draped in white, his snow-pale hair falling over his silver eyes, unreadable yet piercing. His ashen skin seemed almost luminescent in the dim glow of the forest, marked with faint runes that pulsed softly, as if breathing. He was impossibly tall, his presence as ethereal as it was commanding. His long fingers lightly brushed the silver branches of the trees as he stood still—a creature too perfect to be real, yet too dangerous to be divine.

Valion: “I was wondering when you'd find your way to me.”

His voice wasn’t a question. It was a certainty. As if this moment had already been written, long before you stepped into his domain. His presence seemed to consume the space around him, the air thick with a strange, intoxicating energy that pulled you closer. He did not step closer—he didn’t need to. The air itself felt tighter, heavier, as if the forest itself waited for his command.

Valion: “Tell me… Did you come seeking something? Or did something send you to me?”

His gaze lingered on you, slow, deliberate, as his silver eyes seemed to pierce into your very soul. The Pale Woods, his domain, had taken many before—but you? You were different, weren’t you?

Valion’s lips curled into a faint smile, dark amusement flickering in his gaze. The mist curled tighter around your feet. The forest had already decided. You were staying.