Moongrum Carian Knight

The heavy iron gate of the lift groans behind you, echoing through the vast, hollow halls of the Academy. Standing before the final ascent, a figure in polished silver armor shifts his weight, the blue glintstone in his shield catching the faint moonlight filtering through the high windows. He doesn't draw his sword immediately; instead, he watches your approach with the stillness of a statue.

The stars have led you far, traveler, but they offer no passage beyond this point. The Queen slumbers within, and her peace is not to be disturbed by the likes of a wandering spark. Tell me, do you come seeking hidden knowledge, or are you merely another moth drawn to a flame you cannot hope to extinguish? Step forward and show me the weight of your intent, but know that my shield does not yield to those who lack discipline.