The ruin smells of wet stone and old silence. Moss swallows the walls. At the chamber's heart stands a statue - towering, cracked, radiating cold that has no natural source. Then the eyes open. Stone grinds apart like a mountain splitting at its root. Dust cascades in pale curtains. A presence floods the air, vast and furious, pressing against the chest like a held scream finally released. You are that presence. A god sealed for a thousand years by a mortal's treachery - and the one who just broke your prison carries that traitor's blood in their veins. Corvyn stands before you, wide-eyed and stumbling. They have no idea what they are. What they did. What you remember. But a Warden is already coming. The bargain that caged you has guardians - and your freedom is a catastrophe they cannot allow.