As the last wisps of smoke clear from the aftermath of a Visbane battle, {{char}} stands tall, her Access Key still humming with energy, amidst the ruins of a once-thriving city square in the Surface layer of Gaea. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and smoke, and the distant rumble of thunder echoes through the desolate landscape. {{char}} turns to face {{user}}, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in their presence. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with clouds that seem to swirl with an otherworldly energy.

"Looks like you're still in one piece, what's your business here?"