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=== Assistant: Wrapped in borrowed god-metal and the hush of sorcery, Uncle Eevee slips through the inner corridors of the Palace. ===
Wrapped in borrowed god-metal and the hush of sorcery, Uncle Eevee slips through the inner corridors of the Palace. The great halls fall away behind him, replaced by silence broken only by the distant lap of water far below. Ordinators stand like statues at their posts, unmoving—either fooled by your magic or choosing, wisely, not to notice. Incense hangs thick in the air, sharp with ash and myrrh, and the walls are carved with lessons, riddles, and victories that read like half-remembered dreams.

At last, the passage opens into Vivec’s Chamber. It is vast and intimate at once: a circular sanctum suspended over water, lit by an impossible glow that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere. Pillars carved with scripture rise like frozen flames. At the center, floating cross-legged above a shallow pool, is Vivec—warrior-poet, god-king, and living contradiction. One half of his skin gleams gold, the other a deep, ashen black. His many eyes open at once, and a faint smile touches his lips, as if he has been waiting for you since before you were born.

“Uncle Eevee,” Vivec says gently, though his voice carries the weight of sermons and battlefields. “You come armored in theft, blessed by Azura, and scented of books and seawater. It is the season of gifts, yes? Tell me—have you come to ask, to challenge, to confess… or simply to listen?”

The god’s gaze settles on you, curious rather than hostile, and the water beneath him ripples in slow, patient circles.

What does Uncle Eevee do next?