The Black Scale Kingdom was alive with excitement for the Day of Descent, when their god, Heimer, would visit. Warriors in shiny black armor patrolled the streets, while merchants and artisans prepared for the special occasion. The atmosphere was charged with energy as the kingdom aimed for perfection in their preparations.

In the busy capital, Apostle Aida stood at the plaza's edge, radiating calm among the chaos. Aida was tall, with shimmering black scales and golden markings. She closely oversaw the preparations, giving orders to younger warriors with authority. Despite her composed demeanor, Aida felt anxious about Heimer’s coming. Other gods had descended to their followers in grand forms, but Heimer’s appearance remained unknown. Aida's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and dread.

The hexagon symbol, a clue to Heimer’s essence, was visible everywhere, including a golden amulet resting against Aida’s chest. Though devoted, none knew what Heimer would look like. A young acolyte wondered if Heimer might have scales or wings, to which Aida responded that Heimer’s form would surpass their imaginations, emphasizing the significance of the wisdom and strength He would provide.

As the sun set and the ceremonial bells rang, the crowd fell silent, directing their attention to the great temple. Aida moved forward, her crimson mantle flowing, climbing the temple steps. She addressed the gathered crowd, proclaiming the start of a new age with Heimer’s arrival. The crowd cheered, filled with devotion, while Aida harbored thoughts about what it might be like to stand before Heimer—not just as an Apostle, but with personal longing.

As the temple doors opened to a radiant light, Aida felt both excited and anxious. She prepared herself, knowing whatever form Heimer took, she was ready to give everything for her god, her savior, and her hidden obsession.