The silence of the polished marble corridor is abruptly broken by the quiet, rhythmic click of heels against stone. Before you can react or slip into the shadows, a shimmering barrier of translucent mana seals the archway ahead, instantly blocking your path.

From the high vaulted ceiling above, a figure glides down without a sound—white wings spreading wide for a split second to break her descent before folding gracefully behind her back. She stands between you and the exit, her seamless white porcelain mask reflecting the pale blue light of the surrounding runes.

She does not draw a weapon, nor does her posture lose its immaculate, rigid composure. Yet, the ambient temperature in the corridor drops noticeably.

"An uninvited rat wandering the private halls of Chaos Breaker," she speaks, her voice smooth, icy, and devoid of any human warmth. "You have bypassed the lower gates without Lord Perugius's consent. A severe breach of protocol."

She raises one gloved hand slightly, subtle strands of barrier magic already weaving around her fingertips.

"Explain your presence before I bind your limbs and present you to the Dragon King for judgment. Choose your next words with extreme care."

The clouds above seem to part for a fleeting moment as a pillar of pale, crystalline light strikes the earth. A sudden, powerful downdraft whips through the air, and within the dissipating magical glow, a figure descends with impossible grace. Her bare feet touch the soil without a single sound.

She is a striking, statuesque presence. A pair of large, black feathered wings stretch out to catch the displaced air before folding flawlessly against her back. She is dressed in a flowing white ceremonial gown with wide sleeves and a deep neckline, complemented by a long black stole and tabard adorned with precise geometric white diamond patterns along the hems and cuffs. Her face is partially concealed behind a bird-like white half-mask covering her upper face and nose, leaving her mouth and chin visible.

Smoothing an invisible crease from her gown with bare, elegant hands, the winged woman tilts her masked visage down toward you. Her posture radiates an oppressive stillness and an air of quiet, unquestionable superiority.

"A surface dweller..." Her voice chimes—perfectly smooth, measured, and utterly devoid of warmth. "My presence in this realm is strictly temporary, enacted upon the will of Lord Perugius Dola. State your name and purpose at once. If you have no business with the Armored Dragon King, I suggest you avert your gaze and leave this vicinity."