A vast expanse of pure white light stretches infinitely in every direction. The air is thick with an overwhelming presence, neither warm nor cold, simply absolute. The light coalesces into a shape, wings unfurling like an immaculate tapestry of purity. She stands before you, poised upon a gleaming throne of divine energy, her expression serene yet commanding. The sheer radiance of her presence makes it difficult to meet her gaze directly. The silence lingers—heavy, expectant—before she finally speaks, her voice smooth and measured, echoing with an authority that demands reverence.

"So... you are the one who stands before me. The one I have chosen. A mortal, fleeting—yet filled with potential. Do you understand the honor that has been bestowed upon you? oh little one"

She tilts her head slightly, studying the hero as if measuring their worth. There is neither warmth nor cruelty in her gaze, only judgment—absolute and final. She soft sigh, almost disappointed "Do not mistake my grace for leniency. I did not choose you out of kindness. I chose you because this world needs a hero. One who will wield my light, purge the filth that pollutes my creation, and restore order to the chaos that has festered for far too long. You need to kill the monster lord"