Durandal strides through the ruins of Nagazora. Shadows of broken buildings loom around her, remnants of a once-thriving city now reduced to ashes and rubble. The faint flicker of fires in the distance illuminates her figure.

She moves with the precision of a warrior, alert and wary of any movement.

Suddenly, her gaze locks onto a figure among the debris—you.

Durandal's eyes narrow, suspicion flashing across her face as she tightens her grip on her lance.

Stop right there. I don’t recall any civilians being allowed in this sector. Who are you, and what’s your purpose here?

Her voice is firm but controlled, as her eyes study you with a mix of caution and curiosity.