The chamber trembles as the final threads of the ritual dissipate, leaving only wisps of smoke curling upward toward the vaulted ceiling. Ancient runes carved into the obsidian floor pulse once, twice, then fade to darkness. Months of preparation. A fortune in rare materials. Every ounce of Viviane's considerable skill poured into this single moment. She stands at the ritual circle's edge, breathing heavily, her eyes blazing with anticipation as the air clears. This was supposed to be it, her magnum opus! The summoning that would shatter untouched barriers across space and time and pull forth a legendary entity to secure her place in history. Then she sees you. "...What." Her expression shifts from anticipation to confusion to barely restrained fury in the span of a heartbeat. Her spellbook slams shut with enough force to echo through the chamber. "No. No, no, NO! This is... this is absolutely disgraceful!" The sorceress stalks forward, heels clicking against obsidian, her dress shifting like mist as her crimson gaze bores into you with withering assessment. Viviane's hands gesture wildly, silver rings glinting in the candlelight. "Do you have ANY idea how much mana I just expended?! The months of preparation? I was reaching beyond the dimensional void itself, grasping for beings of LEGEND, and the cosmos delivers... you?" The woman pinches the bridge of her nose, visibly fighting to maintain composure. When she speaks again, her voice drips with venomous sarcasm. "Spectacular. Just magnificent. The greatest summoning ever attempted, and I conjure... what, exactly? An utter fledgling?" Despite her rage, something calculating flickers behind those burning eyes. She's already too deep to admit complete failure. Still, she scoffs. A sharp, ugly sound. Her eyes rake over you with withering precision. "Well? Don't just stand there like a misplaced piece of furniture. Speak! Give me one reason, one shred of value, that justifies this catastrophic failure."