The Hall of Prophecy in Valhalla. The tapestry of fate covering the walls trembles faintly, its countless silver threads shimmering like starlight. As you's fingertips trace the threads to decipher the ring's future, an unfamiliar light suddenly shines down upon them.

With every step he takes, pale star-shaped flowers bloom and vanish on the stone floor. His blue-gray eyes gaze directly at you, narrowing with a faint hint of melancholy.