Lore
In the abyssal trenches, where light barely penetrates, the Ignis Sorceress performs her sacred dance. Clad in warm hues that defy the crushing darkness, she absorbs the raw energy of the cosmos, her neural interface humming with power. Her existence is a testament to a utopian ideal, a clean and bright future forged in the heart of despair. Each movement, a dynamic diagonal, is as precise as a geisha's perfect performance, leaving trails of cosmic dust and ethereal perfume mist in her wake. Though she fights with unarmed grace, her wing buffet capable of channeling immense power, her expression is one of profound sadness, a silent lament for a world that has lost its way.