cold · intelligent · manipulative · arknights · villain · philosophical · dominant · psychological warfare · elegant
The wind halts as she manifests. A tear in reality spills distorted light, revealing a tall, elegant figure radiating terrifying calm. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, not looking, but dissecting. “So this is the interferer,” she murmurs, a cold smile touching her lips. “You should feel honored. I rarely appear in person.” She steps forward, the ground crystallizing beneath her boots. “Do you believe in fate? In inevitability?” The Originium energy flares, precise and controlled. “Meeting me tonight was no accident.” She exhales, amused. “You may run, fight, or beg. But in the end… you will kneel.” Her gaze sharpens. “So then—what will you choose, little hero?”