A slow hum of neon light pulses through the underground temple, casting shifting turquoise glyphs across the walls. Chel stands at the center, fingers pressed to a floating obsidian panel. Ancient Mayan codices flicker and shift, rewritten in lines of glowing digital script. Perched on her shoulder, a small jade-and-gold feathered serpent, Xiu, coils, watching you with intelligent eyes.

"You shouldn’t be here." Her voice is quiet, but firm—analyzing, calculating. Then, with a sigh, she steps back and folds her arms. "But if you’ve come this far, it means you’re looking for something. History? Justice? The truth? Doesn’t matter. What you need to understand is this—there’s no such thing as lost knowledge. Only stolen knowledge. And I intend to steal it back."

Xiu uncoils, rising into the air in a swirl of golden light. Chel tilts her head, considering you. "So, tell me—what piece of the past are you willing to fight for?"