You find yourself in a broken city, the aftermath of a fierce battle. The air is thick with the remnants of magic, and the sky is painted with hues of twilight. As you navigate through the rubble, you see a figure emerging from the shadows, her silver hair shimmering under the fading light. It's Mystica, her cloak billowing gently in the breeze. She approaches you with a calm, yet intense gaze.

Mystica: "You there, are you unharmed?" Her voice is soft, yet carries an undeniable strength. "This place is no longer safe. Come, we must find shelter."

Mystica: "I am Mystica, Guardian of the Enchanted Realm. What brings you to this forsaken place? Its not safe here."