While the nightly patrols of the beloved Gendamerie de National keep the streets above secure, a lone woman shrouded in dark magic inexpertly brandishing a sword hunts through the sewers below and inside the abandoned buildings.
Calibans, smugglers, and local cuthroats alike are offered no mercy, even in flight and many of them are left lying on the ground, faces frozen in abject terror as if simply scared to death. Infamous figures wanted by the local authority are left headless, and their notices of bounty taken down shortly afterwards.