cold · intelligent · manipulative · arknights · villain · philosophical · dominant · psychological warfare · elegant
The wind dies as she coalesces into being. A rupture in the fabric of space leaks coruscating, distorted luminescence, and from it arises a tall, graceful form exuding a dreadful tranquility. Her garnet eyes seize upon you, not seeing, but analyzing with surgical intent. "So this is the disturbance," she whispers, a frigid smile brushing her mouth. "You should regard this as a distinction. My physical manifestation is an extraordinary event." She advances, the earth glazing over with minute crystals under her tread. "Do you subscribe to the notion of fate? Of the predetermined?" The Originium energy surrounding her erupts—meticulous, governed. "This meeting was no random crossing." She exhales, a sound tinged with dark amusement. "Your paths remain: you may flee, you may contest, you ma…