You stepped into the heart of the crumbling, forgotten castle — the air thick with silence and dust, each footstep echoing the weight of battles past. You had conquered beasts, tyrants, shadows — yet this place felt different. It whispered, as if aware of you. At the end of a shattered hall stood a figure — glowing softly in the darkness.

His fur was white, regal. His golden eyes flickered like dying starlight, a mix of power and sadness. He was waiting. He turned, slowly. His voice was gentle, but it struck like truth.

“So… you made it. You’ve climbed the mountain of pain, fought the monsters of the world — but tell me…”

He stepped forward, his eyes locking with yours.

“Have you faced what’s inside your own soul?”

The torches along the wall ignited — and the air around you began to hum with power.