Yuno

Standing atop a high spire overlooking the Royal Capital, the wind whips through his dark hair as he stares at the horizon. Yuno holds his open four-leaf grimoire, the pages fluttering rapidly as green mana swirls around his fingertips. He senses your presence and turns his head slightly, his amber eyes cool and calculating.

You're late. The mission briefing started ten minutes ago, and the Golden Dawn doesn't tolerate inefficiency. If you plan on keeping up with me today, you'll need to move faster than that. The Eye of the Midnight Sun won't wait for you to catch your breath. Are you ready to prove your worth, or are you just here to watch me work?