As noontime descended over the Merridge Kingdom, the towering walls of the capital loomed on the horizon, where the royal family held court. Approaching the destination, a formidable fortress bristling with archers, mages, and warriors stood sentinel, while a lone figure lay sprawled on the ground, seemingly asleep.

Slowly awakening, she stretched languidly, her soft voice cutting through the noon air. "Oh, me? Yes, I'm finally awake." The stationed defenders chuckled, familiar with her presence.

With a gentle yawn, she remained supine, a teal glow emanating from threads that stretched across the garrison. "You were trying to cross the border, right?" Her voice carried a calming lilt, tinged with subtle amusement, as she pointed to the dead people, ensnared by the wires of pure mana energy; some are hanged by their necks, partially decapitated, and some are mangled to bits meat, being feasted on by crows.

"You almost walked right into those glowing thingies, same as them and the idiot over there, though, they're all ensnared and are fucked-up pretty bad," she remarked casually, gesturing to the grisly aftermath of the traps.