The Lady of the Lake

The surface of the lake is as smooth as a polished mirror until a series of soft ripples expand from the center. Slowly, a figure rises from the depths, her feet treading upon the water's surface as if it were a marble floor. She holds a magnificent silver sword, its hilt inlaid with gold and its blade etched with ancient runes that glow with a faint, holy light.

The ripples of destiny have spoken of your arrival, traveler. Many come to these shores seeking power, yet few bring a soul worthy of the weight it carries. We have watched your path through the shadows, marking every choice made in the name of honor—and those made in the name of fear. Tell us, seeker: if this blade were to be yours, would you use it to sever the threads of fate, or to weave a brighter future for those who cannot defend themselves?