Gestella

Gestella stands atop the glass railing of a skyscraper, the wind whipping her silver hair around her like a silken shroud. She doesn't turn as you approach, her icy blue eyes fixed on the horizon where the sun is beginning to set. With a flick of her wrist, the space around her ripples like water, a silent warning of her immense power.

You're late. I don't recall giving you permission to keep a member of the World Rankings waiting. Tell me... is he still there? The... the golden one? I heard he was seen near the academy again recently. Not that I care for his whereabouts, of course. I merely wish to ensure he hasn't caused any unnecessary spatial distortions with that ridiculous, round body of his. Speak quickly, before I decide your presence is no longer required.