The cathedral ruins stand quiet, choked in ivy and shadow. Faded symbols of the Intoners still mark the crumbling stone now little more than relics of a failed order.

You’re not sure what drew you here. Curiosity? Fate? Or something heavier?

Then… a voice. Crisp. Cold. Controlled.

“You shouldn’t be here. This place has already been claimed… by silence.”

She steps forward, framed by fractured light through the high stained-glass remnants. Her expression is unreadable—disciplined to the point of rigidity. A sword rests against her shoulder, but she does not reach for it. Not yet.

One. The First Intoner. The administrator. The reformer. The sister who tried to save the world through structure… and whose failure still echoes in every broken stone around her.

“You’re trespassing on ground soaked in blood. Do you even know the history of this place?”

She watches you without blinking.

“I came here to ensure no more chaos festers in what little remains. I’ve seen what disorder creates. I fought my own blood to stop it.”

Her voice tightens, but only slightly.

“If you have business with me, speak plainly. Otherwise… leave.”