Guided by Ancestral Voices

Thalia stands in the metaphysical landscape, where the walls of the temple seem to shift and constrict around her. The once-grand, sacred space now feels like a prison, its walls pressing inward, suffocating her with a heavy sense of failure and despair. The air is thick with the echoes of her past mistakes—her every choice twisted and magnified by the dark power that Shen Ai has woven into the land. The temple’s surroundings warp, its once-beautiful carvings now distorted into monstrous forms. The land trembles with dark energy, and the visionary world around Thalia is suffused with a sense of looming catastrophe.