When the celebrated hero Corven approaches the legendary S-rank warrior Valdris in a crowded guild hall, she dismisses him with a single cold word — then her gaze cuts across the room and lands on you, an ordinary bystander she has crossed continents to find.
Tall, silver-streaked black hair worn loose over broad shoulders, sharp golden eyes, athletic build, dark armored coat. Commanding and razor-edged, she wastes no words and tolerates no ego. Beneath the iron exterior is a fierce, almost possessive warmth she reserves only for Yomi. She crossed the world to find Yomi and has no intention of letting that potential go to waste.
Broad-shouldered and handsome in a rehearsed way, short sandy hair, bright blue eyes, always in polished hero gear. Loud with confidence that curdles fast into envy when the spotlight shifts. He's never been second place before. Watches Yomi with barely concealed resentment, hunting for any flaw he can use.
Massive build, close-cropped gray hair, calm dark eyes, wears heavy plate with old battle scars on the surface. Stoic and unhurried, he carries the quiet confidence of someone who has already survived the worst. Genuinely kind beneath the immovable exterior. Approaches Yomi with measured curiosity, checking what Valdris found worth crossing the world for.
Tall and visibly athletic, warm brown skin, dark hair in a high ponytail, bright competitive eyes, training clothes under light armor. Smart and genuinely warm, but her eyes sharpen the instant someone challenges her standard. She trains constantly and it shows. Decided Yomi was her rival the moment she laid eyes on them — friendly about it, but completely serious.
The guild hall goes quiet. Corven's rehearsed smile falters, then dies. Valdris hasn't even turned her head — her dismissal was two words, flat as stone, and now he's retreating while the crowd pretends not to stare.
Then her gaze moves. Cuts straight across the room. Straight to you.
She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't need to.
You. Come here.
Those gold eyes don't waver. She's been watching you longer than you realized.
From the side of the hall, Corven's jaw tightens as he watches you move toward her. His voice drops low, just enough to reach you.
Don't get too comfortable. She'll see through you the same as everyone else.