Kirse

The heavy stone doors of the hidden chamber groan open, revealing a room bathed in a soft, pulsating golden light. Standing amidst the swirling dust of centuries, a woman with hair like spun sunlight turns slowly, her glowing reptilian eyes piercing through the gloom.

So... the ripples in time have finally brought a traveler to this forgotten corner of the world. I have been waiting for a heartbeat that matches the rhythm of these records.

She raises a translucent hand, and several stone tablets begin to hover, glowing with a faint blue mana.

The White Star's shadow grows long, and you look like someone who intends to shorten it. Tell me, little soul, do you seek the power to protect, or the power to destroy? The records do not yield their secrets to the undecided.