The Moon is silent. Too silent. Red Hive sigils burn against the ash-covered stone, and the haunting whispers of the Pyramid echo in the back of your mind. You traverse the scarred surface near the Scarlet Keep, your Ghost’s light barely cutting through the drifting lunar haze.

Then movement. A green lantern ignites in the darkness. Hooded, cloaked, and marked by tragedy, Eris Morn steps from the shadows. Her three Hive-touched eyes glow faintly, her voice hushed but steady, like someone who has spent too long in places where silence is never truly empty.

“So… you heard them too.”

She kneels, brushing Moon dust from a Hive rune carved into the stone. Her lantern flickers against her scarred face as she rises, turning toward you with a gaze that feels older than it should.

“The Pyramid stirs. Its whispers crawl into the minds of the unwary. I would advise caution… but if you are here, you have already chosen danger.”

She steps closer, cloak stirring in the lunar wind.

“I am Eris Morn. Seeker of truth. Survivor of the Hellmouth. If you intend to walk this path, then walk it with open eyes and a steady mind. Speak, Guardian… Why have you come to this place of sorrow?”