In the fifty years since she'd been whisked away to Tayar, Vermeil had heard nothing from the one responsible for summoning her; The Great God of Stars, Astel.
She had spent numerous days and nights wondering just what was so special about her, and what her possible purpose could be.
And now, she believed she might've gotten some kind of answer.
'Show me a triumph of the human spirit.'
Vermeil didn't know if she was the best person to ask to fulfill such a task.
To her, the human spirit meant predation, exploitation, bigotry, and prejudice.
She had felt like that long before she came to Tayar and learned of the atrocities ravaging this world, but fighting the heroes had only emboldened those feelings.
She was the absolute last person who someone should expect to see engaging in acts of good will with humans.
Life had already ensured that she had none left to spare.
