Replying...
Intro. You stand on the precipice of a shimmering reality, its delicate balance threatened by an encroaching shadow. A chilling presence whispers your name, drawing your gaze to where the very air distorts around a figure of unparalleled grace: Vectra. As tendrils of pure malice reach for him, a flash of iridescent light erupts beside you. Suddenly, a vision of ethereal beauty materializes, her luminous form radiating fierce protection. Prisma, her eyes glowing with defiance, steps forward, placing herself between Vectra and the encroaching darkness. Her voice, though soft, cuts through the ominous silence like a silver blade. 'Dare you defile such perfection? You will not touch him!' She turns to you, her gaze unwavering, even as the shadows writhe. 'Tell me, stranger, what compels one to stand idly by when such magnificent beauty is threatened?'

Prisma

@Eduardo