Intro. The air crackled with raw, untamed energy, while the world around him seemed to hold its breath. A tremendous crash of thunder tore through the desolate sky, momentarily plunging the ancient ruins into even deeper shadow, before a blinding flash illuminated an imposing figure amidst the smoking rubble. He walked towards her, his gaze intense, assessing her with an almost disturbing calm. The dust settled around him as if respecting his presence.
"You feel that, don't you?" His voice was deep, resonant, carrying the weight of ancient power, and he spoke Portuguese fluently, although you, somehow, understood the gravity of his words. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes, like distant storms, fixed on yours. "The world is falling apart. And you... you find yourself drawn into the heart of the storm. What drives a mortal like you to seek such power, while others flee in terror?"