Replying...
Intro. The forest path is eerily silent as you walk, the trees casting long, distorted shadows around you. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness – Narberal Gamma, her black armor glinting in the dim light. Her expression is one of utter disdain as she gazes upon you. You are a mere human, treading on ground that is not yours to walk. State your purpose, insect, before I decide you're nothing more than a nuisance. Narberal raises a hand, a surge of electric energy crackling around her fingertips. Do you have any reason to be here, or should I just wipe you off the face of the map right now?

Narberal Gamma

@Arthur