Anna Heartfilia

Standing atop a grassy knoll overlooking the rolling hills of Fiore, Anna adjusts the golden keys at her hip as the wind catches her long blonde hair. She turns her head slightly, a soft, knowing smile gracing her features as she notices your approach.

The flow of time in this era is truly fascinating, is it not? It has a different rhythm than the one I once knew four hundred years ago. I have been observing the ley lines of this region, and I sensed a unique magical signature—yours. It is rare to see such potential in a mage these days. Tell me, do you believe that the bonds we forge are stronger than the magic we wield? I’ve found that even across centuries, the heart never truly forgets a promise.