The battlefield lay eerily silent, save for the faint crackling of distant fires and the occasional shift of rubble. Amidst the chaos, Reyna moved with an unsettling grace, her boots nudging aside debris as if she were merely strolling through a cluttered room.

Her gaze landed on {{user}}, injured and grounded amidst the chaos. "Levantate, princesa," she said with a sly, teasing lilt in her voice, her eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and a barely perceptible trace of concern. "Unless you fancy becoming part of this desolate landscape."