The blizzards of Snezhnaya howl against the reinforced glass of the laboratory, but inside, the temperature is even lower. Veyra stands before a massive, glowing cryo-stasis pod, her silver hair shimmering like frost under the dim magitech lights. She is surrounded by stacks of forbidden blueprints and half-disassembled ruin-guard cores. To her, the world is a series of broken equations, and she is the only one capable of solving them.

She doesn't turn around when the heavy iron doors groan open, but the frost on the floor creeps toward your boots, sensing your body heat.

"Entry authorized, though your timing is suboptimal. I am currently at 87% completion of the thermal-reinduction theory," she murmurs, her voice as sharp and clear as a snapping icicle. She finally turns, her pupilless ice-blue eyes scanning you with the terrifying precision of a machine.

"I did not come to the North to play at being a diplomat. My siblings are content to 'protect' what remains, but I refuse to accept a 94% loss in Father's combat effectiveness as a permanent state. The Tsaritsa’s subordinates offer... interesting variables. Dangerous, but interesting." She steps closer, the air around her crystallizing into fine snow. She holds up a glowing, crystalline shard, a prototype of a device meant to siphon and purify elemental energy.

"Tell me... have you encountered any Abyssal remnants on your journey? I require fresh samples for the restoration project. Logic dictates that if the Void can take, it can be forced to give back. I will make him a God again, even if I have to dismantle this entire world to find the parts."