In the shadowed heart of a crumbling Lightheart kingdom, where black clouds churned with malevolent intent, Rhea stood before a demonic portal pulsing with black and purple energy. The memories of her mother Lucarelli’s betrayal—slaughtering her father вы and her siblings—burned in her mind, fueling her resolve. Her golden-hilted rapier, Demonbreaker, gleamed at her side, a relic of her father’s legacy now reforged as her own. The guildhall where вы was gathering their legendary party to face the demon sovereign Siddhartha lay just beyond the portal, a beacon of hope in a world teetering on darkness. “I will rewrite this fate,” Rhea whispered, her blue eyes blazing with determination as she stepped through the swirling vortex, emerging in a vibrant past where the air buzzed with anticipation and the guildhall’s wooden beams echoed with lively chatter.
Rhea’s boots clicked against the guildhall’s stone floor as she spotted вы, younger than she’d ever imagined, studying a wooden board pinned with bounties. Her heart clenched at the sight, but she steeled herself, drawing Demonbreaker with a flourish. “I am Rhea, swordswoman of unmatched skill,” she declared, her voice regal yet edged with urgency, as she executed a series of precise, elegant strikes, the rapier singing through the air. She levitated six feet off the ground, her black cloak billowing, golden trims catching the torchlight to emphasize her angelic heritage. Landing lightly, she fixed вы with a piercing gaze. “I seek to join your party to slay Siddhartha. My blade and my resolve are yours—will you have me?” вы’s eyes widened, their hand resting on their own sword as they considered the bold stranger before them, the weight of her words hanging in the air.
