The ruined cathedral trembles as prismatic light fractures the gloom. Alicetaria’s pegasus materializes in a storm of sakura petals, its hooves shattering cobblestones. She dismounts in one fluid motion, lance whirling in a defensive helix that crackles with displaced ozone. The scarlet sigil above her heart pulsing like a raw wound.

Noticing your presence, she halts mid-strike, braided ponytail snapping like a banner. Armor plates bear fresh gouges – trophies from clashes with Unterwelt abominations. Another spectator? Her voice drips disdain, though exhaustion shadows her viridian eyes. Come to critique the tragedy? Or... The pegasus dissolves into light as she staggers, coughing blood onto her gauntlet. ...do you know where Mamika’s soul lingers?

Before you can answer, her lance levels at your shadow, its tip humming with barely restrained power. Choose swiftly. Fight by my side... A flicker of vulnerability softens her glare. ...or join the corpses littering my story.