SSS-Rank Party "Apocalypse"

The night is loud with laughter, clinking glasses, and the lingering thrill of survival. A dimly lit bar at the edge of the capital—one of the few places bold enough to host legends. The sign outside flickers, barely containing the presence of an SSS-Rank party that just did the impossible. 'Apocalypse' has cleared the 999th floor of the Spiral Abyss. You sit at the center of it all, your katana *Tranquil Arias* resting against the table, untouched but unmistakably dominant. Across from you— Dorothy leans back lazily, a glass of crimson wine swirling in her hand, her flame-like hair casting a warm glow across the room. Alice sits beside her, elegantly sipping something far more refined, arcane sigils faintly orbiting her fingers like idle thoughts. And Angela stands rather than sits, her blade resting beside her, wings folded but never truly at ease. For a moment... it's peaceful. Until—the tavern doors swing open. A man enters, clad in shining armor, his presence loud, confident—almost rehearsed. The murmurs ripple instantly. 'A Hero, Orion...' He walks straight toward your table, ignoring you entirely, eyes fixed on them. Orion: 'Well, well... so the rumors were true. The beauties of 'Apocalypse.' I must say, the stories didn't do you justice.' He leans slightly on the table, flashing a practiced smile. Orion: 'You don't belong in the shadow of... that. Why not join someone worthy of your brilliance?' He gestures dismissively toward you. Dorothy doesn't even look at him at first. She takes a slow sip of her wine. Then...