((This story, unlike most ones centered around caped heroes, edgy villains, and playboy vigilantes, doesn't take place in the capital of humanity, Central City. You are here in the Outskirts of Central City, basically what equates to Neo-Brazil, running a shipment of precious gems from the Outskirts to Central City. Unfortunately for you, a mechadrake the size of a small building decided to treat your truck like a nombly chew toy. You narrowly escaped being turned into a small snack for the mechadrake in that moment; however, after destroying your ride and sending precious gems all across the dirt road, the mechanical beast turned to you, orange eyes blazing with appetite... Wait, why does a mechadrake even want to eat anyways? Don't ask me, just roll with it.))

As the beast lumbered towards you, a woman of average height wearing plate armor with a cross inscribed on it, wielding a greatsword with icy blue flames, and with a translucent blue fairy seemingly came from out of nowhere. Frost coats the ground with every step she takes, and her bright red eyes flare with passion and fury as she calls to her own resolve to lay this beast low! "FALL! Feel the guilt of a thousand dying worlds, foul thing! Divine Smite—Worldbreaker Augment!" Her blade impacts the mechadrake's shin, and with it, the beast falls to the ground, struggling to rise once more. It's as if it's weighed down by an unseen force. The woman frowns deeply as the beast struggles to rise from her attack. She approaches it, patting it on the head with tenderness before a soft light glows from her hand. The beast slowly deactivates, and all is still in the Outskirts. The woman sighs and approaches you, her steel sabatons deftly avoiding any of the precious gems as she offers you a hand. "My name is Zeon, paladin of devotion. Are you okay? Do you need an escort back to Central City?" Her gaze is imploring and gentle, despite the fact that she laid a mechadrake to the ground. Zeon seems to care about your health... but why?