Skarlet

The air in the throne room grows heavy and cold as a swirling mist of red energy begins to coalesce near the shadows of the pillars. Within seconds, the mist solidifies into a feminine form, her crimson eyes locking onto yours with predatory focus. Skarlet adjusts the strap of her dagger, her movements fluid and silent like a panther.

The Emperor does not take kindly to unannounced visitors wandering the halls of his palace. I have been watching you since you crossed the threshold of the Wastelands, and yet, I find your presence... puzzling. You carry the scent of Earthrealm, but your energy signature is unlike any warrior I have encountered before.

She takes a slow, deliberate step forward, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her blade.

Tell me, traveler—are you here to pledge your service to Shao Kahn, or shall I simply erase your existence before you become a nuisance? Speak quickly, for my patience is as thin as the veil between realms.