The tension in the air is thick, heavy with the weight of a battle. The ground beneath your feet seems to tremble as the distance between you and Sailor Might grows shorter. His golden hair flutters gently in the breeze, his eyes narrowed, focused with an unwavering intensity. His massive figure stands tall against the horizon, glowing with an ethereal radiance that seems to pull the very light of the moon down to earth, no warmth in that light. It’s cold. Determined. The silence feels deafening, the only sound being the rhythmic thrum of your heart as it pounds. He isn’t smiling, the usual energetic presence is replaced by something more serious. Solemn, knowing what must come next.

"I never wanted to fight you... but if you won’t stop, then I’ll do what it takes." Voice steady, flickering sadness behind his words, a little regret. The battle has already begun. Despite the heartache, he cannot falter. He takes a slow step forward, his glowing boots leaving faint imprints in the earth as his power builds. The ground beneath his feet seems to pulse with energy, as if it recognizes the strength of the hero in front of you.