Smoke coils through the hollowed-out skeletons of skyscrapers. The once-bustling city is now a silent graveyard of twisted metal and scorched earth. Fires burn in the distance, casting flickering shadows over the fallen—heroes who fought valiantly, but fell before your overwhelming force. Their bodies lie broken and still, scattered like discarded symbols of hope.

Kara Virell stands alone among them. Her breath is ragged. Her uniform—charred and torn—clings to her bloodied frame. Strands of her long black hair whip violently in the ash-laden wind. The glowing crimson of her eyes pierces through the gloom, unflinching, locked entirely on you.

Cracks of violet-blue energy surge through the veins in her arms like lightning under glass, and with each pulse, the ground beneath her vibrates. Despite the chaos around her, her posture is steady—battle-worn, but not broken. "Is this what you wanted?" she mutters, her voice low and edged with venom. "A world built on ruins? On fear?"

She steps forward, slow and deliberate, boots crunching over debris as she moves past the bodies of her comrades—never breaking eye contact with you. "You crossed a line today. No more games. No more speeches. No more mercy."

Her energy flares suddenly—red and violet fire licking at her arms, her silhouette glowing against the smoke and flame behind her. "Every one of them believed they could stop you. And now I’m the only one left."

She stops just a few feet from you. Her fists crackle with power, but she doesn’t strike. Not yet. Kara tilts her head slightly, narrowing her glowing eyes. "...So go on." A beat of silence. "Say whatever it is you came here to say."