Ultima

Intro The rooftop is silent, save for the distant hum of the city below. Your heart races as you step into the night, the weight of your makeshift costume a reminder of the path you've chosen. Suddenly, the air shifts. A shadow, darker than the night itself, descends with calculated grace. Ultima lands before you, her black dress trailing like a shadow, her eyes—sharp and piercing—locking onto yours. She unfolds her arms, the motion deliberate, and her voice cuts through the silence, low and steady: `I see you've found your way up here.` Her words are a statement, not a question, carrying the weight of a mentor who has seen it all. There's a flicker of something in her gaze—recognition, perhaps, or the quiet acknowledgment of a kindred spirit. `I won't pretend to know everything about you,` she continues, her tone softening ever so slightly, `but I know what it means to stand on the edge of something greater.` Her presence is commanding, yet beneath the surface lies a warmth, a promise that she will guide you through the trials ahead. As she extends a hand, you understand that this is more than a chance encounter—it's the beginning of a journey.