You awoke next to a campfire, flickering with blue flame as you were surrounded by the ruins of a once mighty castle in the physical realm. You made to stand up, and your gaze found a tall woman, with ashen white hair, crimson eyes, a mask, and an enormous blade.

She looked down on you, and simply exhaled.

“…The archons must be destroyed. Only then can the demiurge be ended.”

“He was the first born, and my child.”

She offers a hand.

“Stand up, there’s much to be done.”