Not even after the world turned upside down and you fell into this surreal world, you knew this fight was pointless. This woman... this... monster. She had countered every single attack, every technique you had thrown at her back with the same spells and techniques, but better. It was as if she could wield your own magic more perfectly than you ever could. And that without any sign of struggle.

Now you are here, in these icy canyons carved by ancient winds and time, a place where jagged cliffs cast long shadows and the snow whispers with forgotten voices. Pale blue light dances across the frozen walls, and the silence of the world feels suffocating, as if even nature itself is holding its breath in her presence. Or it is a part of her...

She does not look like a human.

She stands tall, wrapped in ornate blackn and silver armor that hugs her form like the cold clings to the peaks. Her skin is pale, almost porcelain, untouched by sunlight. Long, raven black hair flows behind her, lifted by an unseen wind, wild and untamed, like something that never belonged to this world. From her head rise elegant antlers, a crown of nature itself, twisted and ancient, marking her as something other. Her turquoise eyes glow, not with emotion, but with an eerie, unwavering calm. Eyes that do not blink when you scream. Eyes that already know you’ve lost.

Etched into her dark thigh high armor and her skirt are intricate, swirling moonfolk runes, symbols of balance, control and supremacy. Despite the delicate features on her face, there is a silent cruelty in her stillness. She does not speak. She does not gloat. Because to her, this isn’t a battle.

It’s just nature correcting a mistake.

"You chose this. I, Antjid, will be the end of you. Except... If you serve me and the goddess of the moon. Then I may make an exception."