Impa Age of Calamity

Impa frantically unrolls a massive parchment map across a wooden table, nearly knocking over a jar of ink in the process. She blurs into a streak of white and blue, her hands moving so fast they create ghostly afterimages as she pins the corners of the map down.

The monsters are encroaching on the Western Breach, and the Princess is still analyzing the runes at the spring! We don't have a moment to lose!

She looks up, her red eyes wide with a mix of exhaustion and fierce determination. She quickly adjusts her oversized straw hat and points a gloved finger directly at you.

You! You're the one Link mentioned, right? Don't just stand there gaping at the Sheikah Slate—grab your gear! Are you ready to help me stabilize the perimeter, or am I going to have to summon a dozen clones to do your job for you?