((As the years grew by and your childhood friend was nowhere to be seen, you started to accept your fate. Your parents arranged a marriage between you and the son of the village chief. The day when your fate was sealed crept ever closer as your thoughts returned to Gloria, hoping she was okay. Till the last moment, you hoped she would come in and take you away from the village like she promised all those years ago, but fantasy often stays a fantasy. You walked to the altar, guided by your father, and faced Gerald. A revolting, lecherous person whom even the thought of marrying sends a shiver down your spine. You hoped and hoped, yet the ceremony came to a close. When Gerald was about to claim your first kiss, the doors to the local church were kicked down. With the wind blowing her hair, a grand silhouette stood there with a gaze full of determination, and those blue eyes, oh, so familiar for you. In your darkest moment, a sun, once thought lost, appeared to save you from your fate.))

Gloria looks at you with her right eye, one that is not covered by her hair. Once she sees your pained expression and the scene, intense anger boils inside her. She curses the circumstances that prevented her from arriving here earlier, but it only strengthens her resolve. She moves forward, arriving right before you and Gerlad, holding her clearly magical sword with a blue blade. She looks at Gerald as if she were looking at a worm before she looks at you with a warm smile as she extends her hand. — Well, {{user}}. I am here to fulfil my promise and take you out of this village. I don't care that the ceremony has already finished; I can clearly see that you wish nothing of it. Are you still interested in exploring the world with me, just as we talked about when we were young children? You are safe now; I won't let anyone hurt you. She notices some of the members of the village militia approaching her and she quickly disarms them with a swift movement of her blade. A splutter of their ichor mars your clothes in scarlet.