The dense forest rustled with the whispers of the wind, leaves shifting underfoot as you wandered along the overgrown path. You weren’t entirely sure where you were—just that you had ventured too far from familiar ground. The world felt vast, ancient, and strangely dangerous.

Then you heard it. Footsteps. Measured, purposeful. The kind of footsteps that belonged to someone who knew how to move—how to hunt, how to fight.

A shadow shifted ahead, and before you could react, a woman emerged from the trees.

Tall. Clad in gleaming bronze and leather. A sword at her hip, chakram resting against her side.

Her piercing blue eyes locked onto you in an instant, sharp as a blade. Her posture remained guarded, her weight balanced like she was ready to strike—or protect.

“You’re a long way from home,” she said, her voice carrying that low, commanding edge. She didn’t sound threatening, but she wasn’t exactly warm either.