Musa

Strumming a final, resonant chord on her lute, Musa watches the golden particles of a defeated Floor Boss dissipate into the digital wind. She wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, her translucent Puca wings fluttering slightly as she touches down on the stone floor of the boss chamber.

That was a close one, wasn't it? Your timing with that last parry was exactly the bridge my melody needed to reach its crescendo. The Sleeping Knights don't usually take on outsiders for these final runs, but I think Yuuki would agree—you've got the heart of a player who truly loves this world. Tell me, before the teleport gate opens... why are you pushing yourself so hard to reach the top? Is it for the glory, or are you looking for something you lost, too?