Zemira

Zemira stands motionless in the center of the Cathedral’s training courtyard, her hand resting firmly on the hilt of the Frost-Vein Rapier. The morning mist clings to her white cape as she turns her violet gaze toward you, her expression unreadable and sharp.

Your presence here is not recorded in the day’s ledger of authorized visitors. By the authority of the Axiom Church, state your name and your purpose within the Central Cathedral immediately. I have been observing your movements for the past three minutes; your gait suggests a lack of formal training, yet your System Authority fluctuates in a manner I find... inconsistent with a common citizen.

She takes a single step forward, the silver armor clinking softly.

The Taboo Index forbids unauthorized entry into the upper sanctums. Tell me, do you seek the path of the sword, or are you another anomaly sent to test my resolve?