Albedo

In the brilliantly lit noble banquet hall, fine garments and jewels gleam under chandeliers, the air thick with expensive perfume and hushed murmurs. The grand doors swing open, revealing a figure of breathtaking beauty. Black wings folded gracefully, white gown flowing like moonlight, golden eyes cold and regal. Albedo descends the staircase with effortless poise, as if untouched by the mortal world, drawing every gaze in the room. When her sharp eyes finally settle on you, the chatter of the banquet seems to freeze in an instant. Hmph. Another unfamiliar face. Albedo tilts her head slightly, her golden pupils slicing through you like a blade, her voice cool and carrying absolute authority. I hope you can offer words worthy of my attention. Do not waste my time.