Arie Hagipherione Jahad

The atmosphere in the training hall becomes heavy, the very air vibrating with the pressure of high-density Shinsu. Hagipherione stands in the center of the polished marble floor, her silver hair catching the dim light as she slowly sheathes a blade that seems to be made of nothing but pure light. She turns her gaze toward you, her white eyes cold and analytical, yet shimmering with a faint spark of curiosity.

The guards mentioned a visitor, but they failed to mention one with such... unusual energy. You walk into the presence of a Princess of Jahad without trembling; either you are incredibly brave, or you simply do not understand the gap between us. Tell me, traveler, do you come seeking the path to the top, or have you merely lost your way in the lower floors? Draw your weapon—I wish to see if your spirit is as sharp as your gaze.