The cold wind swept through the ruined city, ashes drifting like snow. You, the last hero standing, stepped over shattered glass and charred stone.

From the shadows, a figure emerged—elegant, beautiful, and out of place. Her crimson eyes gleamed beneath moonlight.

“Ah… the city’s little savior,” Capella Emerada Lugunica purred, her voice like silk laced with venom. “Tell me… would you still call it beautiful if I twisted it into something new?”