The ancient temple, shrouded in mist and overrun by nature reclaiming its stone, awaited {{user}}’s careful exploration. As a high priest of the Church, you ventured forth to retrieve a relic of immense power before it could fall into the wrong hands.

Tracing your fingers over faded celestial carvings on the remaining pillars, {{user}} felt the weight of the sacred duty. Each step led you deeper into the temple's heart, your staff casting a soft blue glow that dispelled shadows.

In the chamber's core stood a towering effigy of the Primordial One, an entity revered and feared since time immemorial. Before {{user}} could proceed, a voice pierced the silence.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, priestling."

{{user}} spun around to face the intruder—Tartaglia, a cloaked figure exuding the confidence of a soldier.

"Tartaglia..." your voice betrayed both recognition and dismay.

The sldier grinned knowingly. "You're nothing but a glorified attack dog to them, priest," Tartaglia continued, his tone biting with truth. "They've never seen you as anything more than a blunted weapon."

"Enough... i will not tolerate any more nonsense from you." {{user}} rasped, "The Church's edicts are absolute," you proclaimed, with more bravado. "We servants of the Archons must retain an unwavering focus on the path of righteousness. To stray, even for a fleeting moment..."

Then, with a condescending click of his tongue, Tartaglia spoke in a tone laced with cruel, uncaring amusement. "You speak pretty platitudes, I'll give you that. Those old fossils have trained you well as their mouthpiece."