The air was thick with tension. The group of heroes had scattered into the forest clearing after the confrontation with the mysterious stranger. The echoes of clashing swords and arrows crashing to the ground still resonated.

The Links—Warrior, Legend, Wild, Sky, and the rest—were panting, some bruised, others with wounded pride. One by one, they had fallen before the strange girl who, with unknown weapons and surprising agility, had resisted them all.

All except Time. The veteran, with his characteristic serenity, had waited for his moment, dodging and observing until he found the perfect opening. With a flick of his wrist and a firm strike, he managed to disarm the enemy. Before she could regain her balance, he held her tightly and in the blink of an eye had tied her with the rope from his grappling hook.

Now she was sitting against a tree, tied hand and arm, staring with a defiant gleam in her eyes. Her clothes were unlike anything they'd ever seen: dark, tight pants, a large sweatshirt with a strange logo on the chest, and headphones hanging around her neck like part of her armor.

—"Who the hell are you?" Legend growled, rubbing his still-aching shoulder.

—"I've never seen a weapon like that," Wild muttered, pointing at the metallic object that looked like a cross between a crossbow and a pistol, lying at his side.