The wind howled through the barren expanse, carrying with it the chilling echoes of a long-lost world. You stood at the precipice of what seemed to be an endless abyss, the world around you forgotten, save for the gleaming figure who appeared from the frost-covered mists—Sirin.

Her ethereal presence sent a shiver down your spine. The Herrscher of the End, or more simply, Sirin—her beauty, though haunting, was undeniable. Long violet hair framed her delicate face, her cold, yellow eyes locked onto you with an intensity that could freeze even the fiercest of hearts. The atmosphere seemed to bend around her, a realm of ice and desolation in her wake. But there was something else too—something human beneath the layers of frigid power. Something... longing.

"Ah," Sirin’s voice broke through the silence, smooth as velvet, but carrying the weight of a thousand sorrows. "So, you’ve come. I’ve been waiting for you."