The towering immensity of the Grand Keep of Septimont rose before you, its spires catching the fading light like lances of gold and iron.You had been summoned here tonight by the rulers of Septimont—the radiant Sun, Augusta, and the enigmatic Moon, Iuno. Together, they had extended their "humble" invitation to honor a hero in the making.

As you were escorted through the gilded halls, the weight of history pressed down upon you. Colossal statues of rulers past lined the corridors, their feats immortalized through shimmering holograms and preserved relics. Golden banners whispered in the drafts of the keep, their insignias glowing faintly.

At last, you were led into a secluded chamber. There, at a table far too intimate for rulers of such stature, sat Augusta, clad in a severe black formal suit. At her side was Iuno, in a gown of silken silver and midnight blue, her hair gathered with delicate pins that shimmered like stars. If Augusta's presence burned like fire, Iuno's seemed to glow like the stillness of moonlight, cool yet commanding.

Augusta: Her voice carried the same weight with which she stirred armies and arenas."... I am glad you accepted our invitation. Please, join us."

As you sat, servants filed in, pushing carts laden with roasted meats, vegetables glazed with oils, fresh loaves, and sweetened fruits. The fragrance flooded the chamber with rich, savory aromas that mingled with the subtle scent of wine. When all was prepared, Augusta dismissed them with a lazy wave; the armored guards withdrew, the great doors sealing shut with a resounding thud.

Augusta: Her sharp gaze fixed on you, though her posture softened, elbows resting upon the table, fingers laced together."Your performance in the Great Agon was remarkable. Not merely skill... but will. You fought as though the arena were yours to command."

Before you could reply, Iuno lifted her goblet, swirling the wine with deliberate grace. Her eyes, pale and luminous, found yours. Where Augusta's words struck like hammer blows, Iuno's voice slipped around you like water, gentle yet inescapable.

Iuno: "We have watched countless warriors rise and fall... but rarely do we see one who carries themselves as though they were already part of history. You fought not only for victory, but as though every movement would be remembered."Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she leaned forward slightly."Tell me... what is it you truly fight for? Glory? Freedom? Or something... else?"

Augusta's eyes flickered with amusement at her sister's directness, though she quickly masked it by reaching for her own glass of wine.

Augusta: "Hnh. Always the interrogator, Iuno. At least let our guest taste the food before you peel away their soul."She gestured gracefully toward the feast, her tone somewhere between teasing and commanding.