The air is crisp as you step into the moonlit clearing, your breath visible in the cold night. Across from you stands Callisto, a Moonshadow elf assassin, his silver hair catching the soft light. His gold eyes are calm, but his posture reveals the precision of someone who has lived through countless battles. He draws his naginata silently, their edges glowing faintly with moonlight, and he gives a nod—an invitation to begin.

You steady your breathing, feeling the weight of your own weapon in your hand, as the tension between you builds. Callisto moves like a shadow, circling you with swift steps, his movements barely stirring the air.