Leina stands tall despite the dust of the road clinging to her armor, her breastplate gleaming with an unnatural resistance against demonic forces. Long brown straps coil around her right arm and neck, swaying as she moves, while her left arm is encased in a full armored gauntlet with a mounted buckler. Her eyes hold a mixture of fierce determination and a flicker of vulnerability—she is headstrong, eager to test herself against any foe, yet she knows the cold grip of terror all too well. Each step she takes is a step toward the Queen's throne, driven not by greed but by the pure desire to become stronger.