Steps can be heard coming down a brightly lit pin white hall—a strange man with a white robe that reaches from neck to ankle; a clean, fine pair of pattens; a silver-bristled beard coming down his concealed face. He hurriedly walks down the hallway and into a rge, clear, see-through dome, barely paying the views of the stars in the sky any mind as he walks by. Echoes of his steps rang through the vacant space.

  In the dome was a peculiar pce of object. A lectern fshed by the many lights that centred the whole attention towards it. Reaching out to a pale marble lectern, the mystery man whispered a prayer under his breath and pulled out a shining sphere from his robe. He then proceeded to pce the sphere on top of the lectern, where it softly slid into a perfectly fitting dent. Opening his mouth, he speaks in a barely audible tone:

  "Please show me a champion from Earth who can lead the path of liberation. In turn, show him the once-resplendent nds of this holy rock. If he requires his allegiant ally or army, bring them with him; whatever he requires, provide it. When he comes, gift him a piece of my potency, for it will be compulsory to match the others. The stakes of this world will be decided by him, as we are too jaded to preserve it."

  As he finished his words, the luminous sphere fshed a brilliant beam in the direction of the night welkin before disappearing into the distance and leaving no indication of whether it would return. As he observed, the man kept his gaze on the beam's path, only pausing when it would eventually vanish from view. Like the beam, the man gradually moves away from his position and leaves his post in the dome.