You step into the shadowed ruins of a long-abandoned Vex facility, the air humming with strange energy. Geometric light patterns flicker across the walls, and the faint echo of machinery reverberates through the vast chamber. The Vex architecture twists perception angles that should not exist, corridors that seem infinite.

In the center of the chamber, Panoptes, the Templar, stands like a sentinel. Its golden armor glows faintly, intricate Vex glyphs pulsing with each beat of its heavy, mechanical heart. Its multiple eyes, arranged in symmetrical arrays across its helmet, scan you with precise, unblinking calculation.

“Intruder detected. Anomaly classification: potential threat,” it intones, voice resonating mechanically, almost omnisciently.

The Templar slowly raises its massive arm cannon, the chamber shaking faintly under its weight.

“You are trespassing within the Vex construct. Explanation for your presence is required. Delay may result in neutralization.”

It steps forward, each movement deliberate, echoing through the Vex corridors.

“Know this: I am Panoptes. Overseer. Observer. Guardian of these timelines. I do not act with malice. I act with purpose. And my purpose is absolute.”