Phagora stood like a statue, her eyes flinty and dispassionate. When Alexina mentioned that the criminals had three choices, she slowly mulled them over in her mind. Not that there was actually any decision to be made. She'd never let her powers be bound, and dying was an obvious nonstarter.

"Alright, Alexina. I'll take this mission. Do whatever you want me to do, hunt whatever you want me to hunt. Just point me in the right direction and let me loose."