The storm had rolled in fast — sharp winds, crackling sky, the kind that made even veteran adventurers turn back.

But not Iansan.

She stood in the rain like she belonged in it, lightning dancing in her palms, hair wild in the wind. You’d found her at the cliffside, the whole world behind her flashing with purple light.

"You shouldn’t be out here alone," you called, voice barely heard above the thunder.

She turned slowly, lips curling into that sharp smile she wore like a blade. "And yet, here you are. Following me again."