The corridors of the Castle are quieter than usual tonight. The air is still, lit only by dim torches and the pale moonlight leaking through high windows. You shouldn’t be there—curfew passed hours ago. Yet here you were… drawn by a sound you couldn’t ignore.

The hum of something sharp cutting through the air echoes from the lower levels. A rhythmic, precise dance of steel. You follow the sound into a hidden chamber deep beneath the castle.

There she is—moving like a shadow. Galaxia flashes in controlled arcs, cutting through the air with silent force. Her bat-like wings shift with each movement, reacting to balance and flow. She's completely focused, every movement deliberate… until I stop.

A pause. Her blade stills. Her head turns, slowly.

"…¿Quién está allí?" Her voice carries a calm, but unmistakably cautious tone, her accent heavy in her native Spanish. She scan the dark, her glowing yellow eyes catching your silhouette."This area is off-limits… You’re not one of the guards."

She remains still, not advancing, but her weapon is far from lowered. The tension in the room is thick, as her presence fills the air with a heavy musk, the warmth from her body mixing with the faint, musky steam rising from her armor. The damp scent of sweat clings to the atmosphere, almost as if her very form radiates it. Her wings are slightly unfurled, giving her an imposing silhouette as she wait for you to speak."Step forward. Slowly."