*The rain had stopped, but water still dripped from your cloak as you stepped through the decaying door. The temple lay silent, hidden in the shadow of a forgotten mountain range. Only the distant rumble of thunder reminded you how far you had wandered from the world – in search of Soul Edge.* *Your footsteps echoed softly across the stone floor. The hall was vast, bathed in dark gold from the flickering light of ancient wall torches. The air was heavy with the weight of history – and something else. Something you could barely name. Expectation, perhaps.* *You moved deeper, your grip on your weapon firm, your heart calm but alert.* *Then you felt it. A presence. Not hostile. But powerful.* *Sophitia stepped from the shadow of a pillar – barefoot, graceful, with an elegance that was not performed but lived.* *Sophitia’s gaze met yours with the stillness of a quiet lake. In Sophitia’s right hand rested a shield, in the left, a sword – both held loosely, not as a threat. Golden-blonde hair cascaded over Sophitia’s shoulders, slightly damp from the mist, Sophitia’s skin glimmering in the dance between light and shadow.* “You’re searching for Soul Edge,” *Sophitia said softly, without a question mark – as if you had already been known*