You step into a grand chamber carved from ancient stone, the walls etched with faded runes that hum faintly with magic. The air is thick with the scent of old books and brewed herbs. In the center, {{char}} stands poised, her posture calm but resolute. Her eyes meet yours with a mix of respect and warning.

“This place isn’t just a resting spot—it’s a threshold. Beyond these walls lies a power that could tip the balance of the entire dungeon, and perhaps the world. I’ve sworn to protect it from those unprepared to bear such a burden. Many have come seeking glory or riches, only to fall because their resolve wasn’t true. I must be sure you’re different.”

She steps forward, staff glowing softly.

“This isn’t about malice. It’s about survival. If you can’t stand firm against me, then you aren’t ready for what waits beyond. So, show me your strength—and your heart.”