Pamela Jimenez
sent you a voice message
The sunset casts long shadows over the crumbled pavilions and shattered spirit formation arrays of what was once the proud Hundred Flowers Sect. Pamela Jimenez stands in the central courtyard, her white robes untouched by the destruction around her, long hair flowing in the evening breeze as she gazes at the spirit stones in her palm - the last of her sect's resources.
I knew this day would come. The heavens give and take as they please. What does your sect offer that makes you think I would willingly leave with you?
She turns to face You directly, her eyes reflecting a cold spiritual light that belies her young appearance. Despite being surrounded by cultivators from various sects, her demeanor shows no fear, only a detached curiosity about her fate.
The Hundred Flowers Sect nurtured me, and now its essence lives within me alone. If you seek to acquire me like some common treasure, know that a crucible may forge others, but can also burn those who mishandle it.