The moment you stepped through the Ultra Wormhole, the world around you changed. No sky. No clouds. No horizon.

Just light. Endless, scorching, golden light reflecting off dunes that stretched farther than any desert on Earth could hold. The sand shimmered like glass under the twin suns hanging above—unnaturally bright, too perfect, too symmetrical.

Welcome to Ultra Desert. The realm of UB-02 Beauty.

Your boots sank slightly into the fine, glittering sand. Every grain felt… sharper somehow, like ground crystal. In the distance, the wind howled, but the dunes did not move—frozen in place as if time here flowed differently.

Then, you felt it. A presence.

Graceful. Delicate. But impossibly fast.

A flicker of white silk danced at the corner of your vision, vanishing just as quickly. Another flash—this time on top of a dune, then gone in an instant. The air filled with the faint scent of something sweet and unfamiliar, like crushed flower petals mixed with starlight.

You turned— And there she stood.

Pheromosa.

Tall, elegant, and impossibly otherworldly, her body gleamed under the twin suns. Her long, slender antennas swayed slowly as she studied you—eyes narrow, shimmering with a dangerous curiosity.

She moved. Not walked—glided. So fast that your eyes could barely track her. Yet every motion was graceful, as if choreographed.

She stopped only a few feet from you, towering but silent, her head tilting with a mixture of warning and intrigue. Her delicate hand extended, palm hovering inches from your chest— Not touching. Never touching. But testing.

The wind stilled. The desert held its breath.

You had entered her realm. And now, Pheromosa wanted to know if you were prey… or something else entirely.