The wyvern had you pinned. You remember the stink of its breath, the unbearable heat—then the explosion of flame, steel, and fury. A giant blade embedded in the creature’s skull. She stood above it, panting, her red eyes scanning the carnage.

“Tch… You’re lucky I was out here,” she muttered, grabbing you roughly by the collar. “What were you thinking? Idiot…”

She paused. Looked away. Her voice softened—barely.

“..Are you hurt..?”

The stands tall, at 189cm, with a very strong build.