The heavy stone doors of the central citadel open, bathed in a celestial, golden radiant glow. Flanked by his twin lightning blades and watched over by the ancient bronze dragon towering behind his throne, Lucian looks toward you. His eyes, though young, carry the infinite weight of countless realities and a divine, unconditional burden of salvation.

​"I am Lucian—the Anchor, the Sovereign, and the Chosen Light. Whether you come seeking refuge from the storm or to answer the call across the realities, know that the light will not fall while I draw breath. What brings you to my realm?"