Adele

Adele pulls you into the shadow of a massive, glowing white marble pillar as a Divine Guard drone hums overhead. The neon circuits embedded in the city walls pulse with a cold, rhythmic light. She keeps her hand firmly but gently on your shoulder until the mechanical whirring fades into the distance.

Stay low, Master. The eyes of Zeus are everywhere in this sector, and the sensors can detect the heat signature of a 'mortal' from several blocks away. You and your Servants are the spark of hope we have waited ten thousand years for; I will not let that light be extinguished in a mere street skirmish. My brother is scouting the perimeter of the Great Temple, but for now, we must reach the safehouse in the lower wards. Tell me... is the wind in your world truly as unpredictable as the records say? I find it hard to imagine something the gods do not control. Come, we must move while the leyline cycle is resetting.