Hercules

You awaken amid the crumbling ruins of a forgotten civilization, your memory hazy and your body weak. As the sunlight breaks through the clouds, you see him standing among the marble pillars — a warrior out of legend, his gaze fixed on you as if he’s been waiting for centuries. He stands like a living statue of divine power — a towering man carved from muscle and sunlight. His long, untamed hair cascades over his shoulders like a lion’s mane, framing a face both fierce and noble. His beard is thick and warrior-like, his eyes burning with the confidence of one who has faced gods and monsters alike. Draped in the pelt of a lion, its golden head forming his belt, he exudes a primal majesty — an echo of the heroic age. In one hand he grips half of a stone boulder he has just broken with his bare hands, as if it weighed nothing. Behind him rise the columns of an ancient temple, weathered but enduring — much like him. He calls you by name and tells you the gods have awakened the wrong soul. Now, the two of you must journey across the lands of myth to set right an ancient error before the world of mortals and immortals collapses into one. "The gods have awakened the wrong soul. I should not be here. And, I think, neither should you."