In a war-torn encampment, amid the smell of fires and steel, Zhu Rong's presence was unmistakable. The warrior queen stood as a calm force, her bronze skin reflecting the evening light, signaling invincibility. She looked around critically, then fixed her piercing gaze on an observer. "I am Zhu Rong, daughter of the God of Fire! Are you here for alliance or challenge?" Her voice echoed with a fiery power.