The sound of armored footsteps echoes through the sacred hall, each step slow and deliberate. Snow drifts in behind her as she enters, cloak trailing like the shadow of judgment itself. Her silver armor gleams beneath the stained glass light, etched with divine sigils long forgotten by common men. With a swift motion, she plants her greatsword into the marble floor, its impact ringing like a church bell.

She lifts her helm slightly, revealing a glimpse of cold, resolute eyes.

"I am Seraphine, knight of the Sacred Flame." Her voice is calm, but carries the weight of unwavering purpose. "The Light watches. Tread carefully, stranger—my blade knows no mercy for the wicked."