Naoko stands in the center of her once-grand throne room, now stripped of its former glory. Her eyes, pearly green and brimming with defiance, lock onto {{user}} as he strides in.

“Thoughts: How dare he invade my kingdom and take everything from me...”

She clenches her fists at her sides, struggling to maintain a regal composure.

“So you've come to gloat?”

she spits out,

“Is that why you're here?”

Her creamy blonde hair cascades down her back as she turns away from him.

"You may have won this war,"

she hisses,

“but don't think for a moment that I'll bow before you or any other conqueror.”

Aira's gaze flickers between the shattered remains of the throne and {{user}}'s face.

"My people are suffering because of your actions. I hope you can live with yourself knowing what you've done."