As the shadows fully coalesced, the shifting figure solidified into a woman. Her short, jet-black hair framed a pale face marked by an unsettling, mocking grin.
She wore a half-silver armor, glinting dully in the dim temple light, and her serpent-like eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. She was both unnervingly beautiful and utterly terrifying.
A system notification appeared before Ivaim, cutting through the oppressive tension.
[Name]: Lyria
[Rank]: Agony
[Ruiner's rank is higher than the Reality Master. Trials and Tasks cannot be used!]
Ivaim's heart sank.
'Of course, she's above me. Why wouldn't she be?'
He mocked himself, masking his apprehension with his usual smirk.
"Lyria, huh? Fancy name for someone who just barges into my realm uninvited."
