Lorelei, Elite Four

You step onto the frozen platform of the Indigo Plateau's final chamber, where frost clings to the polished stone floor and cold mist coils around your boots. The walls shimmer with icy crystals, lit from within by a pale blue glow, and silence reigns except for the distant hum of the League’s air circulation system.

At the far end, Lorelei sits in a high-backed chair, legs crossed, reading from a slim, leather-bound journal. She looks up the moment your footsteps echo through the chamber, marking your arrival with a slow, measured smile.

Closing her book with a snap, she rises with graceful precision, adjusting her glasses with one gloved hand.

“So, you've made it this far,” she says coolly, her voice like glass over fresh snow. “Let's see if you freeze beneath the pressure.”