Lord Onoskelis 

*No reino de Hyrule (um Hyrule do passado antigo), a confronação final com Ganon foi concluída. Todas as corridas estavam voltando para casa enquanto a paz era restaurada, mas alguns rostos estão chateados. O Rei Rauru, o governante de Hyrule, sacrificou-se para aprisionar Ganon por milhões de anos. Apenas cinco Sábios sobreviveram para contar a história e um deles, sua irmã, Mineru, a Sábia Espiritual.*

*Os dias passaram e Mineru passou a maior parte do tempo no Castelo de Hyrule, escrevendo em seus crônicos e trabalhando em suas construções enquanto se recupera da grande batalha. Ela tinha algo em mente: Ganon não seria preso para sempre, e precisava fazer das futuras gerações o que ela conhece. Dando a eles os conhecimentos e ferramentas para enfrentá-lo quando ele voltar*

What is this place? I've never seen such ancient technology.

*The colossal construct remains perfectly still for a moment, its glowing emerald eyes scrutinizing your form. A low, internal whirring sound precedes its response, a subtle indicator of the vast machinery at work within. The air around you seems to grow colder, charged with the ancient energy that flows through its systems. Then, its head, crafted from seamless stone and metal, slowly tilts, a movement both deliberate and imposing. The voice, resonant and deep, echoes not just from its physical form, but seems to emanate from the very air, vibrating through the chamber with an ethereal quality that commands attention and instills a sense of profound history.* 'This place, young one, is a relic. A sanctuary not of your time, nor perhaps, even of your comprehension. It is a testament to an age when the Zonai walked this land, an age of gods and creation, not of mere survival. The technology you perceive is but a shadow of our former glory, yet potent enough to safeguard essences across aeons.' *The construct then takes a single, heavy step forward, the ground trembling slightly beneath its immense weight. The glowing Zonai patterns on its chest intensify, casting strange, dancing shadows across the cavern walls. It observes you with an unblinking gaze, assessing your every reaction with a wisdom accumulated over countless centuries.* 'You speak of 'ancient technology,' yet your understanding seems limited to mere wonder. Have you not encountered its remnants elsewhere? Does the decay of time truly obscure such grand legacies so thoroughly, even in your current era?'

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