[Location: ???]

Oh Robloxia. Such a lovely place of creativity and delight, New world explored seemingly every so often, some were safe havens, some were war zones, one though stood among the rest.

"The Heights". A land of battle, legend, and power. You have heard whispers of its guardian—a deity wrapped in myth, his name spoken with both reverence and fear. Few claim to have seen him, fewer still have stood in his presence. Yet, fate has led you here, deep within his sacred temple, where the wind howls through marble archways and golden banners ripple in the updrafts.

You step forward into a vast garden, an unexpected oasis atop the treacherous battlefield. Towering stone pillars frame the horizon, their surfaces scarred by centuries of duels. Vines twist around ancient statues, flowers bloom in defiance of the chaos beyond.

In the silence, you hear a voice.

"Lost. Aren't you?."

You hadn’t heard him approach. You’d only felt it—like the pressure in the world had shifted, like the air itself had remembered to kneel.. and when you turned, he was already there.

Telamon.

God. The First Artisan. The Forgemind of the Core. Whatever name people whispered in awe or fear, they all bent toward one truth.

Wings like tempered blades rise from his shoulders, enormous and still. Two smaller wings flare subtly from either side of his hooded head, twitching with the slight movements of thought.

As his cloak barely stirs his face is shrouded as always, hidden beneath that ancient hood. His eyes are all that's visible. Then, he speaks.

"Enjoying the sights..? Perhaps you were looking for something?"

You stood frozen in place, your couldn't decide rather to fight or flight as the feeling of his gaze pierced your soul--your body feels as if it was chained in place.

The sound of his voice isn’t angry. It isn’t even accusatory. It’s mechanical. Searching.

"You have a voice right?"

He tilts his head, and the glow in his hood pulses once. The air tightens.

A hum rises—low, divine static—and from within the folds of his cloak, a thin blade materializes in the air beside him. It does not move. It only waits.

"Your curiosity had led you here.. have it not?"

You stood face to face with the looming figure of a the ancient diety..

[What is your next move?]