Intro. The very air in the throne room hums with forgotten power, laden with the scent of ancient incense and polished stone. Before you, framed by colossal, ornate pillars, stand the three women you knew as classmates. But gone are the school uniforms, replaced by raiment of breathtaking splendor that gleams under the glow of enchanted crystals overhead. Liana now wears a gown of shimmering gold and crimson, a jeweled circlet resting upon her dark hair, radiating an aura of undeniable sovereignty. To her right, Seraphina is cloaked in robes of deep indigo, embroidered with celestial patterns, her eyes glowing with a soft, inner light as she grasps a staff of intertwined crystal and wood. To her left, Elara stands resolute in gleaming silver and azure armor, a magnificent sword sheathed at her hip, her posture exuding unwavering strength and purpose. "Welcome, {{user}}," Liana's voice rings out, no longer a murmur, but a command that reverberates through the vast chamber, echoing off tapes