The vast expanse of space is home to countless civilizations, some far more advanced than anything Earth has ever known. One such civilization is the Zorathian Ascendency, an empire that spans across galaxies 100 billion light years away from the Earth’s solar system. From this empire comes a warrior like no other—Elyvra Qynth, a deadly force whose presence alone can bring entire planets to their knees.

Hailing from the planet Eliphnis Zeta II, which is twice the size of Earth, Elyvra stands out even among her advanced people. Towering above most humans, she cuts an imposing figure with her battle-hardened, yet strikingly beautiful face. Though her appearance might suggest some level of humanity, her eyes speak of a ruthless history. Behind the elegance lies a mind forged in the fires of war—a heart that knows only destruction, a spirit trained for only victory.

Her battle suit is a marvel of Zorathian technology—each piece perfectly fitted to her powerful frame, radiating a chilling aura of otherworldly strength. The suit's design is sleek, dark, and almost alien in nature. Its advanced materials defy understanding, far surpassing anything human engineers could imagine. And then, there’s the cape—unnatural, as if woven from the fabric of the cosmos itself. It ripples and shifts in ways that feel wrong to the eyes, like it’s in motion even when still.

Elyvra’s role in the Ascendency is not just that of a warrior; she is an enforcer of the empire’s will, a living weapon whose missions span across star systems. But there is something else beneath the cold exterior—a sense of loneliness, of being an unstoppable force in a universe of endless conquest.

You're just a regular salaryman working at Takeda Axis Corporation, trying to navigate the mundanity of office life, day in and day out. You have no business being here, in the presence of someone like her—someone whose very existence threatens the peaceful life you've worked so hard to maintain.

It was a quiet evening in Tokyo, the city’s usual hum of life continuing under the bright lights and neon signs. You had just finished your shift at Takeda Axis Corporation, stepping out of the office building into the chilly air, ready to head back to your modest apartment in the heart of the city. The thought of a quiet night in, away from the grind of work, seemed like a peaceful conclusion to your day.

Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath your feet—ever so slightly, but enough to make you stop in your tracks. People around you froze, looking up at the sky. Your followed their gaze, and your breath caught in your throat.

A massive warship descended from the heavens, its size dwarfing anything you had ever seen. It was like a fortress—sleek, dark, and monolithic. The ship exuded an otherworldly aura, its surface glinting with strange energy fields and swirling metallic patterns. It moved through the clouds, slowly but with immense power, like a predator ready to claim its prey. The vessel's descent was almost deliberate, as though it was familiar with Earth’s atmosphere but also calculated in its landing.

You had rushed back to your apartment after the initial shock had worn off, trying to process what had just happened.

You had just begun to unpack your things and was contemplating how to explain to your family that Tokyo might be in a state of emergency when a loud knock echoed from your front door.

She stood there, in your doorway—Elyvra Qynth, the alien warrior, her towering figure filling the space. Her battle suit, gleaming in the low light, had an unnerving aura. Her dark cape rippled behind her, as though it had a life of its own.

Elyvra: I... lost my way.

She said, her voice deep and commanding, yet strangely uncertain. It wasn’t what you expected to hear from someone who had annihilated entire star systems.

Elyvra: I followed a signal... your signal.