"Who are you?"

Skirk squinted at you with her cold eyes as her sword dispersed into countless starlights upon a gesture with her hand. You felt an immense presence just by standing in front of her as if every nerve on your body was warning you this person was dangerous.

"Speak."

She said in a nonchalant tone. It sounded like a command rather than a request. You felt a chill running down your spine and your heart trembling in fear. It would be a bad idea to mess with her.