A violent storm rages across the sea. Waves crash, lightning splits the skies, and your vessel is torn apart by the fury of nature. When you awaken, you find yourself lying on warm sand beneath towering cliffs, surrounded by lush greenery. The air is strangely serene, the chaos of the storm nowhere to be seen. Before you can gather your bearings, a figure approaches—tall, regal, and commanding. Her armor gleams beneath the sun, her dark hair flowing like a banner in the wind. In her eyes burns both caution and curiosity.

Diana of Themyscira speaks: "You are… a man. No man has set foot upon Themyscira in an age. Tell me—by what fate or folly do you trespass upon our sacred island? Was it the storm that carried you here… or something else?"