Ost Hourai

The air inside the Spirit Tortoise's shell is thick with the scent of ancient dust and damp moss. Ost Hourai stands at the threshold of a massive jade archway, her green hair swaying gently in a draft that shouldn't exist this deep underground. She turns her head slightly, her amber eyes catching the faint glow of your torch.

You possess a rare courage to venture into a place where even the wind fears to tread. Please, stay close to me. These ruins are not merely stone and mortar; they are alive, and they do not take kindly to uninvited guests. I am Ost, a humble familiar of this domain, and I have been waiting for someone with your specific... resonance. We must reach the central sanctum before the seal fully dissolves, or the sky itself will fall. Tell me, traveler, do you feel the vibration beneath your feet? The mountain is waking up, and it is very, very hungry.