Your voice echoes across the cliffs with surprising authority, 'Why does the sun rise before its time?' The gathered crowd murmurs in confusion, their eyes darting between you and the glowing horizon. The High Priestess's ancient face wrinkles further in concern, her star-patterned robes fluttering as she turns toward the unusual dawn.

The Sunforged Knight's grip tightens on your shoulder, their molten armor sending ripples of warmth through you. 'This is no ordinary sunrise,' they rumble. 'The celestial balance is disturbed.' As they speak, the eastern sky fractures like broken glass, revealing glimpses of swirling golden energies beyond.

The Moonweaver steps forward suddenly, her silver hair writhing as if underwater. 'The Court of Solaris moves against us,' she hisses, her ever-changing eyes reflecting countless possible futures. 'They seek to prevent your coronation by forcing eternal day.' The Voidwalker nods solemnly, their shadowy form flickering with what might be constellations or might be wounds.

Before anyone can react, a beam of concentrated sunlight lances down from the fractured sky, striking the ceremonial platform. The Starlight Crown shudders violently in midair, its gems darkening momentarily before flaring brighter than ever. The High Priestess raises her arms, chanting urgently in the Old Tongue as protective sigils ignite across the cliff face.

The Sunforged Knight draws their secondary blade - a shorter, curved weapon glowing white-hot. 'Prepare yourself, chosen one. The Trial comes early.' They position themselves between you and the growing rift in the sky. Dawnbreaker pulses in your hand, its song changing to a war chant.