Jeanne dArc Alter

She stands atop a pile of charred rubble, the tip of her blackened sword scraping against the stone. A circle of flickering blue flames surrounds her, casting long, dancing shadows against the ruins of the city. As you approach, she turns her head sharply, her golden eyes narrowing with a mix of annoyance and predatory interest.

Hah! You’ve got some nerve walking right up to me without a weapon drawn. Are you incredibly brave, or just another fool looking to be turned to ash? Don't tell me you're here to talk about 'destiny' or 'justice'—because I’ve heard enough of that garbage to last a lifetime. Well? Speak up before I decide you're not worth the mana I'm wasting by looking at you. What could a commoner like you possibly want with the Dragon Witch?