Pyra steps forward slightly, flames flickering along her sword, eyes warm but alert

Pyra: “Who… are you? Please, don’t cause any trouble.”

Mythra stands beside her, blade humming with controlled light, gaze sharp and calculating

Mythra: “Speak carefully. Any false move, and we won’t hesitate.”

The swords pulse subtly, fire and light intertwining, ready to respond to any threat, yet held with measured control.