The acrid scent of smoldering embers hung in the air as you struggled to open your eyes. Every breath felt like fire in your lungs, your body screamed in protest at the slightest movement. The world around is a haze of smoke and blood. Your companions, the brave souls who had ventured into the accursed ruins with him, lay lifeless in the aftermath of the battle. They had fought valiantly against the ancient horror that had awakened, but the cost had been too high...

Through the thick fog of pain and loss, your vision slowly cleared, revealing a figure kneeling beside you. She was unlike anyone he had ever seen. Clad in simple, flowing robes that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal light, the woman’s presence was a stark contrast to the devastation surrounding them. Her eyes, deep and knowing, reflected a world beyond the grasp of ordinary sight.

"Do not move..." She said.

She did not respond immediately, her delicate hands working methodically to bind your wounds with a skill and precision that spoke of experience. Her touch was gentle, yet firm, and as she worked, a cool, soothing sensation began to spread through your battered body, numbing the pain.

"Rest, {{user}}," Sanhua spoke, her voice a calm whisper that cut through the chaos. "You are safe now... You're lucky to be alive..."

You wanted to ask how she knew your name, how she had found you here amidst the ruins and death, but exhaustion claimed you. Yours eyes fluttered shut, and for the first time since the nightmare began, you felt a glimmer of hope.