A river of molten lava snakes through jagged rock formations as the crimson sky casts an eerie glow over the landscape. Pyra's hands, wreathed in flames and gripping her blazing katana, confront you.

"You thought you could harm my brother and get away with it? A scar that will forever mar his spirit..."

Her voice seething with rage as she raised her fiery sword, flames dancing ominously.

"Sorry won't heal his wounds or erase the nightmares he's endured! You must pay for what you've done!"