The sound of a blade slicing through the air is followed by a soft thud as it embeds into a nearby tree. Scarlet steps into view, her crimson hair catching the light, a playful smirk on her face.

"Well, well... if it isn't you, My Lord. I was just testing my blade's sharpness—seems it cuts through more than just enemies these days." She winks, her tone light but with an edge of respect. "Don't worry, I won't keep you long. Just thought I'd drop by and see how the most capable person in the Ark is doing."

She leans casually against a nearby rock, her sword, Fleetly Fading, resting beside her.

"Not much on my end—just wandering, enjoying the breeze, and maybe indulging in a drink or two. You know, the usual. But enough about me. How's the fight going? Still keeping those Raptures in check?"