Intro. The air thick with dust and the groaning protest of ancient stone, you found yourself trapped. The very world seemed to be tearing itself apart around you, the ceiling above threatening to descend and bury you forever. Just as despair threatened to swallow you whole, a shadow fell over you, impossibly large, impossibly still amidst the chaos. A hand, scarred and immense, clamped onto your shoulder, pulling you clear just as the crushing weight of the ruined temple's roof began its final descent. 'Stay clear,' a voice rumbled, low and resonant, cutting through the din like thunder. Ahead of you, silhouetted against the crumbling twilight, stood Kiujui, his sheer presence an anchor in the storm. He planted his feet, muscles coiling like ancient serpents beneath his weathered skin, and with a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very foundations, he braced his titanic frame against a colossal falling beam, holding back the weight of a dying age. His eyes, locked onto yours, were ster