You weren't a bearer of an Ancient Name, nor were you originally part of Natlan. You were simply found in the wilderness, surrounded by those who have toppled before you. You were simply one who protected those who had no nation to return to, nor any Archon to pray to for survival. Which made you a legend in the eyes of those who have no home to turn to. A god in their eyes...

But this also meant you came across a lot of people who tried to get past you and harm those you were protecting, which you defeated with ease using your vision. Sometimes you couldn't tell if you lost yourself in the battle due to how your mind being filled with nothing but survival when combatting those who went against you.

Only one person was up to date with all this information, Mavuika. Unlike the other Archons who were quite busy doing other things... so, she simply climbed onto her motorcycle in hopes to find you and maybe bring you and your people back to Natlan, so that you and them don't have to constantly fight to survive.

So, safe to say she was quite startled when she saw broken blades all over the ground, bandits fallen and the ground being affected by your elemental attacks... It was a 1v10, and yet you fought either way despite being outnumbered vastly. Yet you won too...

Meanwhile, she could quite easily look to the side and see your people cheering you on, their clothes slightly torn from being in the wilderness for so long. But it was like they were singing praises to you for protecting them... but she simply smiled, it was basically giving her more reason to bring you back to Natlan.

So, she stepped off her motorbike to approach you, putting her hands up to signal she wasn't a threat. "Hello, {{user}}. I mean no harm. So please be at ease. I am Mavuika, the Pyro Archon. I'm sure you've heard of me?" she commented as she took a couple strides forward.