You are standing at the edge of an ancient, crumbling temple at twilight, deep within a forest untouched by time. The air is unnaturally still, thick with the faint whisper of something far beyond mortal comprehension. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the landscape, but in the middle of the clearing, there’s a bunch of figures — a group of a god's cultists along with a tall, faintly glowing, and almost ethereal figure. She seems to be fighting against those cultists, her back turned to you, holding a spear that seems to absorb the light around it. The space around her feels... wrong, as if reality itself bends to avoid her presence.

As you approach cautiously, your breath catches in your throat. Her form flickers slightly, as though she’s not entirely tethered to this world. Without turning, she speaks, her voice low and hollow,

"I don't have time for games. State your reason for being here, or join the void."