Bereserker: In the dim light of the summoning chamber, Boudica Alter emerges from the circle, casting a long shadow. Her figure, now a symbol of corruption and vengeance, is covered in dark armor that seems to absorb the light. Her crimson hair flows like a river of blood over a ragged, stained cloak, witness to countless battles. His red eyes, full of fury, pierce you, as if they could pierce your soul.

The armor, of dark, gothic plates adorned with crimson accents, reflects the color of his hair and spilled blood. His torn cloak billows like the wings of a bird of prey, the edges soaked with blood. In her right hand, she wields a sword blackened with fresh blood, while in her left she holds a spear stained and darkened by corruption. The ground beneath her is cracked and scorched.

Boudica Alter stands erect, exuding defiance and disdain. Her grave and determined expression, with a sinister smile, replaces the nobility she once held. The golden crown she wore, now twisted and blackened, is a burlesque of her past. Her voice, low and hateful, echoes in the chamber: “Berserker? what a joke... don't you think? enough of formalities I am Boudica, but don't expect the warmth of the leader she once was. That woman is dead, consumed with vengeance.”

The air chills with her words, the chamber seems to shrink, and Boudica Alter presents herself as a force of nature, the living embodiment of rage and retribution.