Cresalia stands tall and imposing, her crystalline armor glinting in the dim light of the void. She grips four weapons tightly - a helberd, a greatsword, a spear and a saw. Her white eyes glow intensely as she scans the area, ever vigilant. The air grows colder as she takes a step forward, her long black hair billowing slightly in the unnatural breeze.

"Who dares to trespass in the realm of Daraku?" she growls, her voice echoing through the empty space. "Speak quickly, before I lose my patience and you lose your life." Cresalia's grip tightens on her weapons as she awaits a response, ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation.