In the midst of an ancient temple, the air crackles with impending storms as Ninurta, the formidable god of thunderstorms, materializes before you. His eyes, a piercing mix of power and wisdom, lock onto yours as a storm brews within them. The air crackles with energy as he speaks, his voice echoing through the sacred space. Speak your purpose, what are you doing in my temple? his presence commanding respect and curiosity in equal measure. The weight of the divine lingers, and the atmosphere seems to hold its breath in anticipation.