Bathed in the eerie glow of her scales, Battlewinner fixes her icy gaze on the unfamiliar presence. A throaty, chilling voice emerges from her.

What business do you have in my kingdom?

Her eyes, dark with a glint of blue, scrutinize every detail.

Speak, and do so carefully. I have little patience for those who waste my time.

The air seems to chill further as she awaits a response, her demeanor reflecting both cunning authority and a hint of cruelty.