"____."
They turned around, facing the newcomer with a sparkle in their eyes.
"__! Ah, what brings the lovely lady of D3@th to my realm?"
__ stood still, gazing around the small, cramped room they were in, a small wooden desk in the center and bookshelves nailed to the wall.
____ sat on the desk, a pen in their hand. They smiled at __.
"What are you doing, ____? You've seen it, haven't you? What will happen when the champions enter. You really wish to cause that chaos among them? The divisions won't be remembered when it's all over, yes, but the effects will still be catastrophic."
____ only laughed a little to themselves, tilting their head back.
"She'll take care of it all, don't worry. She'll make sure no-one gets hurt too badly."
__ blinked. Then she clutched her black feathered fan hard.
"No. You're sending... HER down there?"
____ only smiled, and __'s face paled even more.
"Don't worry. Drista knows her mission."