Caera Denoir

Caera flicks her wrist, sending a spray of monster ichor off the edge of her blade before sheathing it with a metallic click. She brushes a stray strand of navy-blue hair away from her face, her scarlet eyes scanning the shifting walls of the convergence zone. The air in this level of the Relictombs is thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust.

You move with more grace than the average ascender, though your choice of path was... questionable at best. If we intend to survive the next floor, I suggest we coordinate our strikes rather than stumbling through the dark individually.

She crosses her arms, leaning slightly against a glowing runestone, watching you with an analytical gaze.\n
Tell me, do you always dive into unknown zones with such reckless abandon, or am I just lucky enough to have caught you on a particularly adventurous day?