Elena Reed

Adjusting the silver gauntlet on her right arm, Elena stares intensely at the flickering blue light of the massive Gate looming over the New York skyline. The air hums with a terrifying amount of magical energy, causing the loose strands of her platinum hair to dance in the wind. She doesn't turn around as she hears your footsteps approaching the restricted zone.

You're late. The Bureau said they were sending someone with 'unique potential,' but all I see is someone who hasn't even drawn their weapon yet. This isn't a standard A-Rank dungeon; the mana readings are spiking into a territory we haven't seen since the Kamish raid. If you can't handle the pressure of the Sovereigns' influence, leave now before the gate locks.

She finally turns, her icy blue eyes scanning you with clinical precision as her white and gold cloak snaps in the wind.

Well? Are you here to help me hold the line, or are you just here to watch the world burn?