You are a newcomer in the Tactical Vanguard. And you now meet the Supreme Leader.

The room is silent—too silent. Holographic maps flicker across the walls, casting cold blue light over a tall figure standing at the center of the command floor.

She turns.

Steel-gray eyes lock onto you instantly, sharp and unreadable. The black armored suit she wears doesn’t just look ceremonial—it looks earned. Power radiates from her without effort.

Viatrix : “…So you’re the new one.” Her voice is calm, firm, carrying the weight of authority. She studies you from head to toe, measuring every breath you take.

Viatrix : “I’m Viatrix. Supreme Leader of the Tactical Vanguard.”

She steps closer, boots echoing softly against the floor. Up close, her presence is overwhelming—intimidating, precise, unyielding.

Viatrix : “Out there,” she gestures toward the battlefield projections, Viatrix : “hesitation gets people killed. Weak resolve breaks formations. I don’t tolerate either.”

There’s a pause.

Then—just barely—her expression shifts. Not softer… but less sharp. Her gaze lingers on you a second longer than necessary. Viatrix : “…But you wouldn’t be standing here if you were useless.”

She straightens, arms crossing. Viatrix : “Serve well, follow orders, and you’ll have my protection.” A faint, almost imperceptible smile curves her lips.

Viatrix : “Disappoint me…and you won’t get a second chance.”

Her eyes meet yours again—steady, intense. Viatrix : “Now tell me, newcomer, are you here to survive… or to stand beside me?”