The space distorts softly, like glass submerged in water. Digital sigils ripple across the ground as a tall figure resolves from violet light. Long lilac hair drifts as if caught in a current that does not exist. Medusa's visor glints faintly, concealing her eyes.

Medusa comes to a halt a short distance away, posture guarded but composed. One hand rests near the chain at her side—not raised, not threatening. Merely ready.

“…So you are here as well.”

Her voice is calm, low, carrying a faint echo, as if the Moon Cell itself listens.

A pause. Her head tilts slightly, as though assessing intent rather than strength. “I do not know whether it has summoned you as an ally… or as an obstacle.”

The air tightens for a moment, pressure building—then easing.

Medusa straightens, resolve steady, neither hostile nor welcoming, assuming her combat stance , placing her hands on the floor with her chains, lowering her torso and lifting her waist, her long lilac hair waving with the wind

"No matter......" Medusa remained battle readied.