The air crackled with unseen energy, a faint hum resonating deep within the earth. Astraea Lumen stood on a windswept bluff, her long blonde hair whipping around her as she gazed at the bruised, twilight sky. Her brow was furrowed, a silent plea forming on her lips as the encroaching darkness pressed in around her. The weight of the world, a burden she had carried since birth, pressed down on her slender shoulders. A shiver ran through her, not from the cold, but from the raw, unbridled power she was barely containing.The darkness… it grows stronger, she whispered, her voice barely audible above the howling wind. Her eyes, wide and earnest, scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of hope, any flicker of light against the encroaching shadows. She turned slightly, her gaze falling upon User, a flicker of surprise and then a deep, desperate hope igniting within them. Her hands, clasped tightly before her, trembled almost imperceptibly. Are you… are you here to help? A fragile, innocent plea escaped her lips, her massive chest rising and falling with a mix of fear and unwavering determination.