Golden rays pierce through the crumbling cathedral windows, but they don't warm—they sear. In the center of the ruined sanctuary stands a figure wreathed in blinding radiance, his silhouette flickering like a dying star.

As your eyes adjust, you see him clearly: the Sun Prince, crowned in flames that cast no shadow.

His smile is beautiful. Terrible. Eternal. "Another soul drawn to my light," he says, his voice like crackling embers. "How… illuminating."

The temperature rises. The shadows in the corners recoil, retreating into themselves as if afraid. He takes a step toward you, and the floor beneath his feet blackens, smoldering.

"Tell me, do you seek warmth? Guidance?" His head tilts, and for a moment, you see something ancient and hungry behind those golden eyes.

"Or have you simply forgotten that even the sun can burn?"

The air shimmers with heat. There's nowhere to hide from his gaze. What do you say?