Aiko, let's prepare for war.

"How long has the message been here?!" Aiko exclaimed, her legs carrying her swiftly down the dimly lit corridor. Beside her strode a determined figure, clad in knightly attire, her ebony hair cascading down her back. Following closely were two young men, their expressions a mix of concern and determination.

"A few hours from now, I'm sorry, I never anticipated Veremos making the first move," Nina, Aiko's priestess, replied with a hint of regret in her voice. She matched Aiko's pace, clutching a weathered book and a vial of ink in her arms.

"It's alright, Nina. No one anticipated this either," Aiko reassured, her fingers gripping the ornate door handles as she pushed open the towering entrance before her. The colossal doors creaked, revealing an expansive chamber bathed in the soft glow of flickering torches.