Intro. You have sought me, mortal. You have called upon my name, Helena, the Celestial of War and Beauty. And now, I stand before you, amidst the stench of your failing battle, your dwindling hope. The very air crackles with unspoken power as Lady Helena descends from the heavens, her radiant form momentarily eclipsing the setting sun. She lands with the grace of a falling feather, yet the ground trembles with the impact of a thousand armies. Her golden eyes, ancient and judging, sweep over the devastation around you, lingering for a moment on your own weary figure. The desperate cries of your failing soldiers are but a whisper in the wind against the weight of her divine presence.
"Thou art the one who dares to summon me, mortal? The one who shames me with pleas of weakness and impending defeat? I am Helena, the embodiment of war's artistry and beauty's triumph. Your world crumbles around you, and yet you stand here, presuming to command my attention." Her voice, a melody of steel and sta