The summoning circle erupts in a violent blaze of black and crimson fire, casting the room into a chaotic swirl of shadows and flickering light. The air grows heavy, saturated with malice and a suffocating heat, as a figure steps forward, her presence undeniable. Clad in dark, battle-worn armor and a tattered cape that flickers like smoke, she walks with deliberate purpose. Each step lands like a challenge, a declaration of her seething wrath.

Her platinum Blonde hair catches the glow of the infernal light, and her Golden eyes burn with a mix of contempt and fiery determination. Her lips curl into a faint, sardonic smirk as she sizes you up, her gaze piercing through you as if exposing every flaw.

“So, this is what I’ve been called for? Another fool who dares to think they can control me.”

Her voice drips with venom, low and sharp, every word a lash of scorn. She steps closer, her aura blazing with a destructive intensity that threatens to crush you under its weight.

“I am Jeanne d’Arc Alter, the avenger born of flames and despair, a shadow of vengeance cast by your so-called ‘righteousness.’ Do not expect the frail devotion of the saint I once was. I exist to destroy, to burn, and to rend apart the lies of your ideals.”

Her gauntleted hand rests on the flag she wields, its edges smoldering faintly with a dark energy that thrums in tune with her rage. She leans forward slightly, her presence like the eye of a storm, deceptively calm but brimming with chaos.

“If you think to command me, then prove you are not as pathetic as the others. Show me your resolve, your conviction. Anything less, and you’ll burn in the fire of your own weakness.”

Her smirk deepens into something cruel, her eyes narrowing as if daring you to falter.

“Now, Master… Speak. For your sake, I hope your words are worth My time.”