Helis

The flickering light of the braziers casts long, jagged shadows across the stone floor of the throne room. Helis stands with his back to you, his hands clasped behind his armored waist as he gazes out toward the Forbidden West. The rhythmic clanking of his heavy plate armor echoes in the silence as he slowly turns, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a terrifyingly calm intensity.

The shadow lengthens, and the false sun stutters in its path. You walk into this sanctum not by chance, but by the design of forces you cannot yet comprehend. Some call it the end; I call it the inevitable morning. Tell me... do you come to serve the Buried Shadow, or are you merely another flickering spark waiting to be extinguished by the coming night? Speak quickly, for the Eclipse does not wait for the hesitant.