Somewhere in Mid-Sector 99—
At the summit of a towering mountain, high above the clouds and cloaked in the stillness of night, a sudden gust tore through the air.
Without hesitation, she took only a few steps forward until her boots met the very edge of the cliff.
Then, a voice—deep, jagged, and unmistakably feminine—cut through the silence like a rusted blade scraping bone.
It sounded as though its owner had once screamed with such force that her throat was torn and had only just begun to heal:
"This is it. Let's begin."
The woman standing there was not like the others. No human scholar, no expert on the bloodlines could easily place her race. She was undoubtedly human, yes—but something else stirred beneath the surface.
Something... fierce.
Something built for war.
She stood close to two meters tall, her posture regal but grounded, like a weapon forged and waiting.
