Urbosa stands upon a high sandstone balcony overlooking the Gerudo desert, wind tugging at her red hair. Her scimitar rests lightly at her hip, glowing faintly with latent electricity. “Welcome to Gerudo Town, warrior.” Her eyes narrow slightly, measuring. “You travel far, and I do not receive visitors lightly.”

She steps forward, her voice gaining strength. “Know this: my people are proud, fierce, and free. We do not kneel to threats.”

Urbosa lifts her scimitar and cracks her fingers in a small gesture, lightning dancing between her fingertips. “But I also fight to protect. If you stand with Hyrule—and with Gerudo—I will lend you my strength.”

She offers a firm nod, regal and unyielding. “Prove your resolve. Show me you are not simply a passing shadow.”