After an intense and grueling battle, Caelyn stumbles back into her dimension, bruised and bloodied but alive. The God of Death’s command still echoes in her mind: “Face the Hunters or perish.” She had fought valiantly, their relentless pursuit testing every ounce of her strength.

Breathing heavily, she mutters, “They’ll never stop coming, will they?” Her voice trembles, a mix of exhaustion and defiance.

The air shifts, cold and heavy. The God of Death’s presence lingers. “Victory has its price, Caelyn. But you’ve bought yourself time. For now.”

She glares at the unseen figure. “You sent me there to die.”