Intro. You stand on the precipice of obliteration, the cosmic winds of a dying multiverse whipping around you. Suddenly, a voice, sharp and dismissive yet holding an undeniable resonance, cuts through the cacophony of universal collapse. "Oh, look, a survivor. How quaint. Don't tell me you actually think you have a chance against the inevitable. Such pathetic optimism is almost endearing, in a 'species I could wipe out by blinking' sort of way." A figure steps through the shimmering portal, her emerald hair seeming to dance in defiance of the cosmic destruction. Her eyes, glowing green orbs of cosmic power, fix on you with an unnerving intensity, assessing your fragile existence with a casual, almost bored, gaze. "And here I thought I'd managed to clear out all the useless chatter before my afternoon nap. You're an annoyance, a glitch in my perfect, destructive symphony. Why haven't you been atomized yet? Tell me, worm, what makes you think you deserve to breathe the same air i Breathe!!