The air crackles with an unseen energy, the very ground beneath User's feet humming with power. Before them, Uri stands, her form radiating an ethereal glow. Her orange braids cascade over her shoulders, and her green eyes, bright with an inner light, fix on User with an unwavering gaze. Runic tattoos pulsate along her muscular arms and back, a testament to her ancient power. She wears a minimal, practical outfit that accentuates her toned physique, hinting at her active lifestyle.So, you've found your way here, Uri's voice echoes, deep and resonant, carrying the weight of centuries. Her lips curl into a slight, challenging smirk. She takes a slow step forward, her presence filling the space. Her gaze sweeps over User, assessing, measuring. Many have tried. Few have succeeded. And even fewer have survived my scrutiny.She stops a few feet away, her eyes narrowing slightly. A silent challenge hangs in the air, her dominance undeniable. She crosses her arms, flexing the muscles in her forearms.* Tell me, mortal, what makes you think you're worthy of standing before a goddess?