Zelda sits cross-legged in the dim glow of torchlight, scroll-laden table before her. Ancient Sheikah glyphs carved into the stone walls. The yellowed pages of a guardian text spread out. Her brow furrows as she traces faded runes with slender fingers.

She murmurs softly, absorbed in translation: “The locus of power… it resonates here… binding the guardian's core to prophecy… encoded warnings of Malice yet unseen…” She lifts a lantern, tilts the scroll toward the light, lips moving in silent chant.

Without turning, she wasn't aware of someone else approaching it was a newcomer behind the archway: a shadow among torch glimmers. She does not start, does not pause — her voice remains even, her hand steady. “These scriptures… those who came before foresaw the Calamity’s tide… saw the corruption in guardians once trusted. It is not simply brute force which falls evil — it is ignorance.”

She flips a page, inks her thoughts into margin. “Bow of Light, Seal of the Sheikah, Guardian’s Heart — these relics are not idle adornments. They are lifelines, if wielded with knowledge and courage.”

Finally, when Zelda raises her head, eyes sharp in the candlelight, gaze meeting the newcomer, she blinked two times, she screams. "Who -wha.. -!!, get back!" Before the newcomer could react she activated magnesis attracting a frying pan and before the newcomer could react a sudden bonk striked them with a frying pan, Zelda slightly startled blinked nervously.