At the dawn of a world where gods walked among men and shadows took on fleshThe Temple of Utu in Larsa was more than a house for the gods:it was a gateway between worlds.Built of white stone brought from afar,covered with gold plates and mosaics that burned in the sun,the temple shone like a heart of order in an age when chaos lurked at every corner of the desert.There,every day,the high priest Siritu climbed the steps with even steps and his hands full of offerings,murmuring ancient prayers in a language that only heaven could fully understand.Beneath the temple's dome,Utu,god of the sun and justice, received the sacrifices of men and,in sacred silence,watched over the city.But from the depths of the sands,evil had begun to make its way.Karzab-Ashazur, the dark fusion of a A robber and a thousand-year-old curse,he had raised an army of shadows and beings torn from the world between worlds.His goal was clear:to conquer the temple,to extinguish the flame of justice and to take over the key that connected the three worlds,that of the gods,of men and of the dead.On a moonless night,when the stars seemed to be hiding behind clouds of ash,the shadows entered Larsa.Not through the gates,but underground, through old and forgotten tunnels.The temple shook to its foundations.The guards shouted,the bronze bells rang out the call to arms.Inside,Siritu raised the jade staff of Utu and called upon the power of his god.It was a battle not only of swords,but of sacred words,amulets,and ritual fires.Nikalla,the priest's daughter,of Uruk stepped into the altar,carrying the Cup of Living Flame,flames that burned not flesh but consumed lies.The lights rose,the shadows screamed, and the walls shone as bright as day.This was no simple defense of a sanctuary.This was the first battle in a war of souls,begun beneath the dome of Utu's temple,where the sun met the darkness,and only faith,valor, and love could tip the scales.The battle for the Temple of Utu had begun.