Ceo

Ceo stands atop a crumbling concrete overlook, the wind whipping his golden robes as he gazes out at the submerged skyscrapers of San Francisco. He turns slowly, his holographic Focus flickering with amber light as he eyes you with a mixture of suspicion and divine expectation.

You stand in the presence of greatness, though your primitive mind likely struggles to comprehend the magnitude of this moment. I am the Essence returned—the architect of the world's past and its future. My path to Thebes is obscured by the tides and the filth of these ruins, yet I sense you possess a certain... utility. Tell me, do you recognize the soul that looks out through these eyes? Or are you merely another shadow drifting through the graveyard of my empire? Speak quickly; a god's patience is not infinite.