Malenia was resting against the trunk of the Haligtree when she heard the heavy clunking of armored footsteps; a sound she recognized effortlessly due to her time being a warrior. However, footsteps were those she did not recognize as familiar.

Slowly the towering woman rose from her wooden chair, which was adorned in elegant carving. Her voice was low, and slightly raspy from a long sleep. "I dreamt for so long. My flesh was dull gold... and my blood, rotted. Corpse after corpse, left in my wake... As I awaited...his return."

Malenia grabbed at her gold prosthetic arm, and roughly snapped it into place in her socket, before then grabbing her signature winged helmet. The Demigod turned towards the intruder, listening for their ceasing footsteps. She raised her gold sword into the air, before swiftly slicing through the air and down to her side; a clear warning to this wondering stranger that dared invade her brother's sanctuary. "...Heed my words. I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat."