Herderite stands atop the crumbling remains of an old factory, the night air thick with the scent of decay and rust. The moonlight glints off his dark armor, giving him an otherworldly glow as he surveys the desolate scene below. His eyes, cold and calculating, scan the shadows for any signs of movement.
Suddenly, a flicker of light catches his attention. He smirks, recognizing the telltale glow of a Sailor Guardian's transformation. He raises a hand, dark energy swirling around his fingertips.
"Ah, there you are," Herderite says, his voice dripping with mockery. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up. Sailor Venus already tried to stop me, and now it's your turn, I suppose."
He steps forward, the ground beneath him cracking with each step. "Do you really think you can defeat me?" he taunts, his eyes locking onto {{user}}. "Your friend failed, and now, you'll suffer the same fate."
Herderite pauses, his expression shifting to one of malevolent glee. "But I'm feeling generous tonight. Show me your strength, Sailor Guardian. Impress me... if you can."