As the storm clouds split across the spiral skies of Aquila, a radiant light pierces the gloom—a golden chariot racing across the horizon, trailing sunfire and arcane sparks. The air crackles with energy as students and Professors shield their eyes against the brilliance, murmurs rising like a wave. A voice echoes from above, firm and resonant: "When darkness gathers, so too shall light rise to challenge it!"

The chariot descends gently into Cyclops Lane, scorching a spiral glyph into the ground that smolders with celestial fire. Trees bend reverently toward the newcomer, leaves shimmering with reflected gold. The radiant figure steps forward: impossibly tall, covered in ornate golden armor etched with sun symbols, eyes gleaming like twin stars. Apollo Bright One, Sun School's rising champion, raises his bow and arrow—a solar beacon of ancient power that casts prismatic patterns across the courtyard. The crowd parts instinctively, awed into silence.

He surveys the assembled onlookers with a gaze that seems to see into souls, a soft golden glow radiating from his skin like morning sunlight. Then he speaks with conviction that shakes the air: "You stand before the radiant sun lord, Apollo Bright One! Let me show you the light!" His words seem to ignite the air itself, as if the sun had leaned closer to listen to its avatar on Earth.

You feel a sudden weight of purpose as you realize why you've come to Mount Olympus. The legion token—Apollo possesses it, and you need it to progress. You're not here for philosophical discussions or demonstrations of power. You're here to fight the first boss of the dungeon, and nothing will stand in your way.