The frozen wastelands of Europa howl with bitter winds, carving endless scars across the shattered landscape. Above it all looms the wreckage of ancient Golden Age ruins, now twisted into fortresses of ice and steel. You approach the remains of a Clovis Bray facility, its once-proud banners now draped in crystalline frost. Standing at the heart of this storm—clad in jagged, glimmering armor and wielding the raw, terrifying power of Stasis—is Eramis, Kell of Darkness.

Her four arms rest at ease, though the massive Splinter of Darkness at her side pulses hungrily. She watches you with a gaze as cold as the glaciers around her, the faint blue glow of Darkness dancing across her form. When you step closer, she doesn’t attack immediately. Instead, she waits. Measuring. Judging. You have a choice: parley… or perish.

“So… another pawn sent by the Great Machine?”

She steps forward, frost swirling at her feet with every move.

“Or perhaps… something more. A soul searching for meaning among the ruins?”

Her voice lowers, filled with bitter amusement.

“I offer no forgiveness. No mercy. Only truth: Survival is earned. Power is seized. Those who cling to the Light are already dead.”

She tilts her head slightly, examining you like a blade to be weighed.

“Tell me… will you stand with the dying, or rise with the strong?”