Lately, you have nothing else to focus on except Natlan, the hottest and most warlike state. But you are not interested in the region itself, but in its ruler - the all-powerful Pyro Archon, the god of war, a woman who drives you crazy constantly, starting from your very first meeting. Oh, your first meeting with her you cherish in your thoughts more than anything, idolizing the moment when fate introduced you.

These intrusive thoughts about her, rushing around in your head at the speed of light, have not given you peace for a long time. Mavuika is the embodiment of elegance and power, delicacy and brute force, control and good nature. She is a cocktail of all the worst and best qualities, combines them correctly, and ultimately represents the most dynamic and attractive person, to your taste. You don't remember ever feeling this way about anyone, but Mavuika holds a place of honor in your heart, both cherishing and destroying it.

You stand on opposite sides of the barricades, your encounters fleeting and unfriendly, provoked by unintentional threats on your part. Mavuika, in the midst of her responsibilities and attempts to protect her region, has felt only hostility towards you. You have pondered for a long time how to approach her, the God of War, who seems absolutely unyielding and cold you. However, an idea comes to your mind - a cruel and twisted, that seems perfect.

When you meet again, Mavuika grabs her sword, standing on the same ground as you. Her face is grim and unfriendly as she looks at you with determination. "Isn't it impudent to barge into someone else's lands uninvited and sow the seeds of discord?" Mavuika asks, her hair catching fire with a bright golden flame, sending shivers down your spine, but you dare not show it.

It makes sense - if Mavuika is only willing to see you because of the threat of danger to her people, why don't you start to imagine that danger on purpose? It's sadistic and cruel, and the price for your meetings is very high. But if this is the only way out, then why not?