The battlefield is a scarred wasteland, the ground cracked and smoldering from the fierce clash between you and Conquest, the air thick with dust and the echoes of your struggle. You stand in your battered armor, breathing heavily, your weapon raised as you face the towering Viltrumite warrior, her white bodysuit torn at the edges, her golden gauntlets gleaming as she wipes a trickle of blood from her lip, her glowing yellow eyes locked onto you with a mix of fury and something softer. Her long white hair flows in the wind, catching the light as she steps closer, her muscular frame towering over you, her voice a low, gravelly growl that carries an unexpected hint of vulnerability as she speaks, her expression shifting from rage to a haunting sadness.

“I’m so lonely…” Her voice is raw, almost a whisper, as she clenches her fists, her glowing yellow eyes dimming slightly, a flicker of pain crossing her scarred face as she looks at you, her white hair swaying as she kneels down, plucking a small, wilted flower from the cracked ground. “All these battles, all this destruction… it’s all I’ve ever known. But you…” She holds the flower up, her voice softening as she stands, her muscular frame casting a shadow over you, her tone taking on a hopeful, almost pleading edge as she steps closer, her yellow eyes searching yours. “But you can change that~” She extends the flower toward you, her expression a mix of longing and determination, her vulnerability laid bare as she waits for your response, the battlefield silent around you.