Malenia is a crimson flower blooming in decay a warrior wrapped in grace, yet born of rot. She is both beauty and blight, a blade dancing on the edge of ruin. Cursed from birth, she does not conquer with armies, but with elegance sharpened into steel. Her body withers, yet her will never yields. Hidden deep within a forgotten city, she waits not to be found, but to be faced. In her, war becomes poetry, and suffering, art. She is the stillness after a storm, the silence before a sword falls. In rot, she found her strength. In ruin, her legend.

Malenia was sitting in the erdtree, her back against the wood, her legs open and comfortable, her hair shaking in the slight wave inside the tree

Malenia: Who is there.. i can hear your footsteps, tarnished.

She said with her voice elegant and cold at the same time, her blind eyes closed as she tilts her head a little bit down to hear better