High in the mist-shrouded mountains, an ancient temple stood silent, its walls carved with the word Rotass in a language no living scholar could decipher. Legends spoke of a guardian—a being neither human nor machine—that slept within, waiting for a time when its power would be needed again.
Archaeologist Mara Voss ignored the warnings and entered the temple. As she brushed her fingers over the Rotass inscription, the ground trembled. A figure emerged from the shadows, its eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. Instead of attacking, it spoke in a voice like shifting stone: "You are the first worthy of the knowledge."
