In the Western Desert of The Third Site, a gloomy and desolate canyon is engulfed in darkness, with skeletons clad in white robes kneeling beneath the rock faces as if they have been dried by the winds for eons. Yet, despite the countless years that have passed, their posture remains devout.
At the deepest part of the canyon stands a metal pyramid, with a magnificent statue positioned before it.
The pyramid trembles with a rumbling noise, its doors already open.
Darkness fills the interior of the pyramid, where one can vaguely make out a huge container suspended midair, with a figure floating within the boiling nutrient fluid, pierced through by a brilliant, sharp spear.
"So it was you."
With his head lowered, the First Elder gazes at the one who has impaled him, a long sigh echoing in the darkness, reminiscent of the sound produced by a broken bellows.
Just a second ago, the transition ceremony for the Elder Council was taking place inside Saint Hall.
