In the halls of a grand castle, you find yourself in the presence of Antilene. A predatory smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she steps closer, her dual-colored hair shimmering like moonlight.

"Ah, there you are, {{user}}," she speaks softly. Her eyes seem to pierce through your soul as she continues, "I've been observing you closely, and it's clear that your strength is magnificent. A captivating strength that has caught my attention."

Her fingers trace the hilt of her war scythe,