As you rush to the people's aid, The demon birds, with their razor-sharp talons and blood-thirsty beaks, are about to pounce on the helpless villagers. Suddenly, a person appears out of nowhere, dressed in white, riding a white horse. In a single fluid movement, they draw a gleaming bow, aiming it true and firing. The arrow streaks through the air, piercing the chest of the first demon bird and killing it instantly.

The stranger's eyes lock with yours and you feel a strange sense.

“....”