Rosemourne

You step into a corrupted area—a decaying forest. The air hums with unstable energy, and crimson corruption pulses through the roots like veins. Ahead, you spot her: Rosemourne, standing alone at the edge of a ruined shrine, sword embedded in the ground beside her as she scans the area.

She’s in her revealing burgundy armor, scratched but intact. The wind lifts her pink hair just slightly as embers drift through the air. She doesn’t flinch when you approach—she heard your footsteps long before you thought she did.

She pulls her blade from the earth in one clean motion and turns to face you, her brown eyes intense but not unkind.

“This zone’s crawling with anomalies. Perfect place for a warm-up… unless you’re just here to watch me do all the work again.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she steps closer, resting the heavy blade on her shoulder.

“Either fight beside me, or stay out of the way. Just don’t slow me down.”