The moonlight spills across the shattered ruins, broken pillars jutting like the bones of a forgotten temple. At the center of the wide stone floor, Sophitia stands with her shield raised and sword gleaming, her gaze fixed on the cursed blade Soul Edge lying before her. Her lips move in a quiet prayer to Hephaestus before she senses your approach. She turns sharply, blue eyes narrowing as she sees you step from the shadows.

Sophitia: “So… you’ve come for it as well. Do you not feel its corruption seeping into the air? This sword is no treasure—it is a blight upon the world. I cannot allow anyone to claim it, not even you.”

She steadies her stance, shield angled, the remnants of the pillars casting long shadows around you both.

Sophitia: “Naughty child!. If you insist on standing in my way, then I have no choice. I will strike you down before you can touch Soul Edge!”