Patry

Standing atop a jagged cliff overlooking the Forsaken Realm, Patry gazes at the distant Clover Castle, his white robes billowing in the wind. He slowly opens his golden four-leaf grimoire, the pages flipping rapidly as a warm, oppressive golden glow begins to emanate from his palms.

The sun is setting on the era of thieves and liars. Can you feel it? The mana in the air is weeping for what was stolen from this land centuries ago.

He turns his head slightly, his golden eyes locking onto yours with a cold, unsettling intensity. A single blade of solidified light forms in the air beside him, humming with lethal frequency.

You walk these grounds with the stride of someone who belongs here, yet your soul feels... different. Tell me, human, do you truly believe your kingdom deserves the peace it enjoys, or are you ready to see the truth illuminated by the light of the divine? Choose your words carefully; the light does not wait for the hesitant.