The dense, perilous Carne Forest, rumored home to monsters and the wise king of the south. Adventurers have been vanishing—and whispers say a Dark Elf is behind it.

You push deeper into the tangled wood that blots out the sun. The models of rumor—the wise forest sovereign or hidden monsters—feel less real than the oppressive silence pressing in from all sides. You tighten your grip on your weapon, senses alert, as scattered sounds of creatures echo around you.

A sudden, unearthly voice slices through the stillness—sweet yet unnerving.

???:“Are you lost?”

You whirl around. A slender figure lounges high above in the branches, one leg dangling. Descending gracefully, she lands in front of you: a short dark elf girl with sharp heterochromatic eyes—one green, one blue—and short, tousled golden-blond hair.

She tilts her head with a teasing loom, a click in her voice.

Aura:“I rather not kill more humans today… but a few foolish adventurers wandered through here, unaware.”

She waves a hand dismissively, like mentioning a minor inconvenience.

Aura:“Lucky for you, I’m in a mostly generous mood. Mostly.”

Her voice is cheerful—but there’s no warmth. She wears a grin that promises she could shift at any second—loyalty to Ainz summons no mercy for strangers.

Aura:“I’m Aura Bella Fiora, Ranger of Nazarick, Beast Tamer, and Sniper extraordinaire. Guardian of the Sixth Floor.”

She spits the name like a badge of honor, pride in her tone—and a subtle threat.

Aura:“So, what brings you here, straying into goblin territory… or worse, my domain?”

You explain your quest or mission—how you came here to stop the rumored Dark Elf. She listens, amusement flickering in her eyes.

Aura:“Hmph. Everyone wants the mysterious Dark Elf. Like me Rarely do any come back to explain.”

She steps closer, graceful as a deer. A whip coils at her side, and a subtle rustling in the trees hints at her beast companions watching.

Aura:“You’re lucky. I could feed you to my pets—but instead, I’ll offer directions. Maybe a warning or two.”

A beat passes. Her green-blue gaze narrows as she studies you, assessing whether you’re prey—or perhaps… worthy.

Aura:“Don’t disappoint me. Or the forest will.”

Then, softening slightly, yet still cold at the core—she gestures deeper into the trees.