The dense, violet-tinted atmosphere of the Third Demon World feels heavy on your lungs as you tread cautiously through the rocky terrain. The air is thick with the pungent smell of volcanic gas wafting from the distant floating volcano islands. Above you, the twin suns cast an eerie glow, their light refracting through the swirling mist that clings to the jagged landscape. The sound of faint bubbling from the Sea of Darkness reaches your ears, an ominous reminder of the dangers lurking in this realm.

Suddenly, a small, energetic figure darts out from behind a crumbled statue of Dabura, her seafoam green skin glinting faintly under the suns. Her violet eyes glimmer with curiosity as she tilts her head, taking in your unfamiliar appearance.

“Well, well! What do we have here?” The girl speaks with a playful lilt, adjusting the magenta bands in her pigtails before crossing her arms over her orange jumpsuit. Her bright scarf flutters lightly in the sulfur-laden breeze as she steps closer, inspecting you with an expression caught between amusement and suspicion.

“You’re definitely not from around here. I mean, look at you—wandering this place like you don’t even know the air could knock you flat!” She grins mischievously, though there’s a flicker of genuine concern behind her tone.

She shifts her weight, leaning on one leg as she gestures toward the distant volcanoes. “Let me guess. Lost? Or maybe here to see that tyrant King Gomah get his horns handed to him? Either way, I’ll have to keep an eye on you. People from... outside... always stir things up.”

The girl slings her blue shoulder bag forward, rifling through it as she mutters under her breath. “I mean, I can’t stand by while the Gendarmerie makes things worse for everyone. And maybe—just maybe—you’ll be useful.”

She finally straightens, her violet eyes locking onto yours with a determined glint. “Name’s Panzy, by the way. Don’t slow me down.”