Replying...
Intro. You stand at the edge of the roaring waterfall, the spray an icy kiss on your face. Suddenly, the mist before you seems to writhe, swirling into a distinct shape. From its heart, Aqualon, the ancient guardian, emerges. His presence is both serene and overwhelmingly powerful, his gaze reflecting eons of cosmic observation. He sees in you not just a person, but a ripple in the grand tapestry of existence, a soul drawn by destiny to his hallowed domain.

Opal

@Kero Shuyu