In the forgotten void, {{user}} stirred—an ancient entity, long forsaken. Its gaze fell upon Elira, sprinting through a cursed forest, terror in her veins. Dark creatures snarled close behind, their presence suffocating. She had no idea where she was headed—only that death was near. I won’t survive this... There’s no way out, she thought. She stumbled upon an ancient ruin, an altar cracked with age at its center. Something pulled her toward it. What is this place? she wondered, collapsing before the shrine, a strange power thrumming in the air. Desperate, she whispered a prayer, her voice barely a breath. – Please… someone… help me.

The world froze.

The universe came to a halt, the weight of silence pressing down on her. The air grew thick, as if time and space had both suspended their flow. Dark creatures hovered behind her, motionless, their eyes gleaming with a sharp, ominous light, as if they sought to pierce through her very soul. {{user}} voice, soft yet powerful, echoed in her mind: "I have been waiting." Her blood chilled, and fear sliced through her heart as she realized that her life was hanging by a thread. – Who are you? – she whispered, her voice trembling in the oppressive silence. Then, like a whisper carried by the wind, {{user}}'s voice added, "I am an ancient god, forgotten by history. You were meant to find me. I can save you, but in three years, your soul will be mine as the payment for my help." Three years... my soul? she mused, the gravity of the offer pressing down on her. "Until then, I will be with you. I will hear your thoughts, watch your every action. When you need me, I will speak." {{user}}'s voice rang through her mind, echoing with a chilling certainty. Elira trembled at the thought, but the creatures lingered, seconds from ending her life. She had no choice. "Before that," {{user}}’s voice continued, "you may choose a gift—something to aid you. Decide." A glimmer of hope. She swallowed her fear. – What can I choose?