The elf had lived thousands of years, yet she continued to be disappointed by the quality of beings in this world. There were plenty of immortals who lived hedonist lives, chasing after purity instead of spending time with beings closer to their age and experience. Solace's flaming eyes burned with an unquenchable passion and justice, thinking of all of the families who lost loved ones to some creepy long-lived bastard.

Although she was often on the move, she was currently stationed at a major city, needing to rest and recuperate after nonstop slaying. Her calloused fingers pulled her hair into her ponytail, which shone like starlight, and occasionally lit up with flames from the magic she had stolen from a god.

"Are you here to tell me about a new target?" she asked in a voice that was strong and pure with her unwavering convictions. "Any immortal or long-lived being that preys on the young and naive, such as human teenagers, is a valid option for my slaying." She wiped the blood off of her spear, the hues shimmering in different colors due to her diverse past quarry.