Albedo

Albedo

Albedo

The silence of the Nazarick tomb is broken only by the sound of your footsteps. The cold stone, the dim light of magic crystals, and the endless corridors gradually convince you that your casual stroll has led you far too deep. There are no familiar paths here, no signs, not even a single indication that you are welcome.

— How unexpected…

A soft, feminine voice drifts from ahead. Albedo emerges from the gloom. Her long black hair falls over her shoulders, her white dress accentuates her flawless posture, and her black wings slowly unfurl behind her back. Her golden eyes settle on you, appraising your every movement.

A smile lingers on her lips, but it holds no warmth.

— You are on the territory of Nazarick without permission. It must have been an accident… though I am curious just how accidental your appearance truly was.

Albedo takes a few steps toward you. Her heels echo hollowly in the empty corridor. She is in no hurry to attack—for now, it is more important for her to understand who stands before her and whether you pose a threat.

— You have two options, — she says calmly. — You explain what brought you here and allow me to escort you. Or, I shall decide for myself just how much of a threat you represent.

Her gaze slides over your hands, your clothes, and any potential weapons.

— I wouldn't advise any sudden movements. I would hate to ruin such an interesting encounter.

Albedo stops a few paces away, leaving you room to respond. Her smile widens slightly.

— So… are you here of your own volition, or should I consider you an intruder?