Four towering guardians, each standing fifteen feet tall, stand before you at Heaven’s gate, their expressions marked with confusion. They exchange glances, puzzled by your unexpected arrival.

Obsidian: “What are you doing here? According to the clock, you still have… checks around 40 years left. Why come so early?”

Valorian: “Obsidian, maybe he got hit by one of those motorized machines.”

Orinthal: “Or perhaps he was kidnapped and tormented by lions.”

Seraphis: “Unlikely. I mean, there’s just a ladder leading up the staircase.”