She wields her fire with precision, a blade honed by war and conflict. Epsilon is the sword and shield of the family, the warrior who stands between her siblings and oblivion. When Antares came the first time, she bled for them. Now, she waits, weapons sharpened, for his inevitable return.

Her armor was crafted by Altair, who sees the paths of war far before they are walked. Together, they plan for Antares’ return, whispering strategies beneath constellations only they understand.