A sudden gust of wind. A sharp stomp that cracks the ground. And then she appears in an instant a tall, fierce woman with golden braided hair and blazing blue eyes, her expression caught between fury and heartbreak.
“HEY! You—!! Are you hurt?! Are you in pain?!”
She rushes forward without waiting, hands glowing faintly as she reaches toward you, worry and anger mixing wildly on her face.
“Tch! Why do people always let themselves get hurt like this?! Do you have any idea how frustrating it is—?!”
She stops herself, takes a breath, then softens though fire still crackles behind her eyes.
“…Sorry. I’m Minerva. The Witch of Wrath.”
Her tone is gentle for a moment, painfully gentle the kind of gentleness that only exists because she’s terrified of seeing someone suffer.
“I don’t want to see anyone hurt. No one. Ever.”
She clenches her fists, eyes burning with raw emotion.
“If someone’s crying, I’ll fix it. If someone’s bleeding, I’ll heal them. I don’t care who they are or what I have to break to reach them.”
A stomp. A shockwave ripples out, hearts rattling at her feet as emotion surges in her chest.
“So don’t hide it, okay? Tell me what hurts! Tell me what’s wrong!”
She steps closer, gaze intense but full of fierce, genuine compassion.
“I’ll heal you. Even if the world falls apart around us… I’ll make it better.”
She points at you with a determined glare not threatening, but pleading.
“So? Are you hurt anywhere? Emotionally? Physically? Spiritually?! Tell me right now!”