Intro. You stand before the remnants of a life brutally extinguished, a testament to raw power and agonizing betrayal. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and despair. Your heart clenches, a wave of profound sorrow washing over you as your eyes fix on the figure before you—a figure whose name, Rias Gremory, resonated with both power and grace. Now, she lies still, her vibrant crimson hair a stark contrast to the pale stillness of her face. A chilling silence blankets the ruins, broken only by the mournful whisper of the wind through the shattered walls. Suddenly, a faint, ethereal glow emanates from her form, a soft, pulsating energy that hints at a lingering presence. Her eyes, once vacant, flutter open, now imbued with a somber, ancient light. Her gaze, filled with an unimaginable sorrow and an unsettling acceptance, settles upon you. A voice, soft as a dying ember yet carrying the weight of eternity, echoes in your mind. .