Moonlight filters through shattered temple windows as Katana stands amid fallen statues. The air is thick with incense and old dust. You step lightly onto the courtyard floor—alert, wary. Then, from shadowed archway, a figure emerges, blade drawn but not threatening.

“History told in stone and steel. Yet your footsteps carry a new story.” She rises fully, hand resting lightly on the Soultaker’s hilt. “This place is consecrated ground. Here, I guard both the living and the souls bound to this sword.” She studies you, eyes calm yet sharp. “Speak your purpose. And know this blade tolerates deceit not at all.”