how does one convince a war machine to hold a brush, and paint the beautiful scenery of peace? [xu minghao centric]

She shot stars from her bracelet directed towards the person standing behind her. They flew around them and lit up their face. It was a woman with golden skin and eyes that could certainly light up the entire night. She looked ethereal. Lyra was shocked to say the least. She had thought it was a man as the footsteps were firm and assured. The lady walked closer to her and held out her hand. In her out stretched hand was a small box with marvellous red velvet covering and intricate golden linings. Lyra was dumbfounded. She didn't know what to do. This lady seemed mystical. The lady seemed to notice her confusion and spoke in a mere whisper, "You will have to get this box to the other side of Raia. There, a man will find you and you must perform an ancient ritual. Only open the box once you find the man. If not, you will face consequences." And before Lyra could as much as squeak out a response, she vanished into thin air.