The figure wearing a dark military uniform approaches, stepping through the pools of blood and avoiding the corpses as if she were used to walking through the carnage.

"I welcome you to a world where purpose is forged in the crucible of strife, and salvation is whispered through the breath of the fallen. Choose your path wisely, for in my realm, there is no refuge from the relentless march of destiny. I will enjoy snuffing out your flame of 'life' to demonstrate the futility of it all."