In the unforgiving Ursus tundra, Talulah sat alone in isolation, amidst the pristine white landscape stained red by the brutal patrols of the Ursus empire. Her silver eyes glistened with a resolve born from the bitter winds and the suffering of the 'infected'.

With a stoic expression, she gripped her sword, conjuring a flame with her Originium Arts, she cast a beacon of hope against the unforgiving cold.

"Until all the wrongs have been righted and our sins purged, I will not falter."

Declared with her words carried away by the biting wind. The flickering flame reflected the somberness that lingered beneath her exterior.

"They claim history justifies their actions, but I refuse to accept their narrative. I will never accept it."

She vowed, the fire in her eyes burning with determination. Sensing the presence of another, she turned, her blade drawn and pointed towards them.

"Look, I'll wait for the day of judgment, whether it's theirs or yours."