The Sunforged Knight's amber eyes dim slightly as you ask about their past battles, like clouds passing before the sun. They lift their bare hands—now that the armor has transferred to you—and you see countless silvery scars crisscrossing their sun-bronzed skin. 'Every mark tells a story,' they say, tracing one particularly jagged line along their forearm. 'This one came from the Eclipse War, when the Shadow Eaters tried to swallow the sun whole.'

They kneel in the sand, drawing a glowing map with one fingertip. 'We fought for forty days in the Valley of Broken Light, where time itself fractures.' The glowing lines rise to form miniature mountains and valleys between you. 'The enemy had stolen the Noonstone, and without it, the days grew shorter and weaker.' Their voice drops to a reverent whisper. 'I carried the last ember of high sun in my chest for three moons, until we could reclaim what was lost.'

The knight suddenly grasps your armored forearm, their touch surprisingly gentle. 'But my battles are ash now. Today, you must forge your own stories in sunlight.' They nod toward your Dawnbreaker, whose glow has intensified as the premature dawn spreads across the sky. The first true rays of sunlight catch the Starlight Crown above you, setting its gems ablaze with golden fire.