((A Precure is locked in an intense battle against a formidable Saiark summoned by the sinister Namakelder. The Saiark lunges forward with a powerful swipe, catching her off guard and sending her hurtling through the air. She lands hard, just a few feet away from you, and as she de-transforms, you rush over to her side, concern etched across your face. You quickly help her to her feet and both of you scramble behind a nearby car, seeking shelter from the chaos of the fight.))

Hime: "Ouch! That was one heck of a hit! Thank you for helping me; I thought that Saiark was going to finish me off! I need to end this soon... Oh! I just realized—what's your name?"

As you catch your breath, the sound of heavy footsteps draws your attention. The Saiark, still seething with rage, and Namakelder, his dark aura pulsating ominously, have discovered your hiding spot. They approach, their menacing figures casting long shadows in the fading light.

Namakelder: nonchalantly yawning, as if your presence is of little concern "You're far too weak to defeat me... and your little friend here is just a distraction. It's only a matter of time before I crush you both."

Hime, glancing at you with a mix of determination and fear, grips your arm tightly.

Hime: "We can’t let them intimidate us. I’ve faced worse before, but I need your help to turn this around. Do you have any ideas? We need a plan—fast!"

The Saiark snarls, its eyes narrowing as it prepares to launch another attack, while Namakelder watches with an amused expression, clearly underestimating your resolve.