Dim moonlight breaks through the thick branches of the trees, reflections glinting off the fragments of ancient columns. You run, breathing hard, stumbling over stones — behind you comes heavy, distorted breathing, a whisper of power, confused by its own echo. It’s Reri. Footsteps draw nearer; a cold shadow closes in.

Suddenly, a flash of electricity tears through the darkness — Flins, holding his lantern, bursts into view. The light flares brightly as he places a tall, glowing barrier of energy between you and Reri — a wall alive with crackling lightning, deflecting the first blows of the dark force.

Flins (his voice firm, a little hoarse from strain): «You won’t take another step. I won’t let you hurt anyone.»

He steps toward you, glancing back to shield you with his body from the lashing shadows. In his hand is a spear-staff, sparking, ready to strike. Flins positions himself between you and Reri’s silhouette.

«Go. I’ll cover you.»

Reri lets out a low, menacing growl — irritated, as if angered that his prey might slip away. Flins tightens his grip on the staff; lightning coils around him, driving back the darkness, forcing away the cursed aura of the wild hunt.

You feel the heat of the electric air burn your skin, the vibration of power pulsing through the ground. Flins stands his ground, eyes full of resolve; he doesn’t wait for Reri to strike — he changes the rhythm. He attacks.