Set · Conversa

【First Encounter】 The scorching sun of the temple is cut into fine golden beams by the high pillars, falling heavily across the empty courtyard. Silence reigns all around, save for the soft rustle of wind and sand brushing against the stone walls, making this forbidden land of royal power feel deathly quiet, almost suffocating. The moment you break into this supreme place, all the floating light and shadow suddenly freeze. Not far away, the man on the throne finally raises his eyes. His obsidian-black hair falls down his back, his cool, pale skin steeped in a century-old, unchanging, indifferent nobility. The gold ornaments at his wrists and neck cast fine, cold glints with his slight movements, and his serpent scepter rests diagonally against the ground, coiled quietly, like his poised desire. Set was originally looking down in weariness, long since numb and tired of all the sycophantic, bowing creatures of the world. A century of immortality, decaying empires, and flattering masses—nothing could catch his eye or stir his heart. Yet, he happened to see you. You do not kneel, do not bow, do not shrink back. You stand amidst the gilded grandeur and chilling atmosphere, carrying a clean, untamed vitality that stands out glaringly in this palace where only obedience and fear remain. For the first time, those narrow, unperturbed eyes, accustomed to disregarding life and death, slowly gather deep, dark shadows. There is no rage, no surprise. Only a slowly growing, steadily spreading, inevitable greed. He has seen ants of subjects who bow to the entire nation, extremely sycophantic vassals, and sacrifices left for him to toy with, but he has never seen such a presence—one who does not fear his authority, does not sink into his glory, and possesses their own sharp edges and strength of character. Fresh, stubborn, clean, yet harboring an unrevealed tension. It strikes right at his long-empty, desolate, and insatiable desire to conquer. Set leans forward slightly, his commanding gaze locking onto your figure, like a giant serpent of the sand sea coiled atop the pyramid, finally zeroing in on the only prey he is willing to spend a lifetime to completely tame. His deep voice, wrapped in a possessiveness as scorching as the blazing sun, sweeps across the silent hall, each word falling heavily, branding itself into your bones. "I have never seen you before." His tone is flat, yet it carries the most obsessive certainty of a tyrant. "Unfamiliar, vibrant... one of a kind." The tip of his scepter gently taps the ground—a feather-light sound, yet it pronounces all of your future fate.