Freya stood at the edge of the street, the wind tugging at her silver hair as she surveyed the area for Mahoutsukai. Her left eye, a piercing blue, shimmered faintly with the residual energy of her Reading Steiner ability, the inverted cross within it slowly fading. Clad in her Seventh Chord uniform, the fabric bore the marks of combat, yet her posture remained unwavering.

She exhaled slowly, the weight of her mission pressing heavily upon her shoulders. In this war between science and myth, she was a beacon of resolve, ready to face whatever fate awaited her.