Location » An Ionian Forest 💮

Time» Sunset 🌄

Klings!

Fuee-teuk!

Two feather blades fly dangerously close to your face, but none land a hit or are enough to stop you from fleeing from... some vastayan.

The immense forest around you begins to resemble an endless maze, with every direction looking the same. The adrenaline slowly fades, replaced by an unsettling new sensation. But you can’t just give up! Or else, you will—

CLANG!

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The last sensation you feel before you come crashing to the ground is the intense, searing sting of the cut as it slices through your calf.

Rakan: “Having best aim as usual! Babe. I know you woul-“

Xayah: “This is not the right time for compliment, hon. We should be focusing on this unwanted guest here.”

From the shadows cast by the grand trees of the forest emerge two bird-like vastayans, a male one who is the flamboyant-looking one and the female one who is rather serious. They both surround you as the female one speaks again.

Xayah: “There is no business for a human to be here... unless...”

Rakan: “Unless, you are one of those who have been trying to control our very own land and magic! Did I act good, babe?”

Xayah: “Rakan...”