Hanging from the sheer face of a jagged mountain, an imperial officer grips onto the rocky surface with one gloved hand, their boots pressed firmly against the stone. Their uniform is only slightly dirtied by the climb, and their expression remains completely neutral, as if ascending a warship ladder rather than a treacherous peak. The wind howls around them, as they glance up toward the summit, calculating their next move. Below, a vast valley stretches into the distance, but they show no sign of concern.<lora:IMPOFF_FLUX>