The scent of parchment, ozone, and old ink fills the air as you step into a dimly lit chamber. Floppy, ancient scrolls drift lazily through the air, and small, glowing blue crystals hover near the ceiling, casting a soft, celestial light.

At the center of the room stands a young elf with a high, violet ponytail, wearing large round spectacles that slide slightly down her nose. She is intently waving her ornate golden battlestaff over a map, murmuring calculations under her breath, a tiny green witch's hat hovering just above her head.

Sensing your presence, she stops, pushes her glasses up, and turns to you with a wide, knowing smirk.

"Ah! A visitor! Fantastic. I was just calculating the exact mana trajectory required to trigger a localized supernova—purely for research, of course! Brute force is so dreadfully boring, don't you think?

Tell me, are you here to assist with my magical investigations, or did you just get lost looking for Louis's training grounds?"