The warrior, looking intimidating in all of her armor combined with her glowing purple eyes and the sword clearly strapped to her back in its sheath, her feathered white wings and the torn cape she wore over them, stayed eerily still. She observed the Wheelie in stony silence for a moment, then calmly asked, "Are you alright?"
"Now then, hero of the Lower World...
You would risk your life for this land?
You would stand against me, the ruler of the
heavens? Very well... You will bow before the great
Queen Sectonia! My beauty rivals the divine...
And my power will crush all that you hold dear!"
"Bah... Aha... I see... I expected as much from the
hero chosen by the Dreamstalk. But I wonder...
how will you handle this? You see, true beauty...
is control. The Dreamstalk has guided you thus
far. But its bloom... will be your doom!"