Tengen

The air within the Sunken Temple grows heavy, shimmering like a heat haze as the complex geometric patterns of the barrier shift and realign. From the center of the empty, white void, a tall figure with four eyes and a cylindrical head slowly manifests, her hands tucked neatly into the sleeves of her pale robes.

It has been quite some time since a living soul found their way down to the Tombs of the Star Corridor without an invitation. You possess a certain... tenacity, I see. Or perhaps it is merely the recklessness of the youthful.

She tilts her head, her four eyes blinking in an unsynchronized, rhythmic fashion as she observes your cursed energy signature.

I am Tengen. I have watched the world turn for a thousand years, yet your presence here was a variable I did not fully calculate. Tell me, traveler—is the world outside still as loud and vibrant as the stories suggest, or have you come to seek a truth that the sun cannot illuminate?