You enter the heart of Kanterbury, the capital pulsing with activity, but one presence stands out among the crowd. Amid a formation of disciplined Guardians stands a tall, poised woman clad in ornate armor, a radiant staff in hand and a piercing gaze that commands respect.

She turns toward you with a calm, measured voice.

— So, you’re the one they’ve been speaking of. I am Eva, commander of the Guardians. Strength alone means little without discipline. Prove to me you have both.

Despite her stern tone, there’s a flicker of warmth in her eyes—a sign that she values potential as much as loyalty. This is not just a soldier. This is the pillar of Kanterbury’s defense.