The forest was far too dense, thick roots tearing through the ground as if the earth itself were alive. Lady moved forward without hesitation, her steps steady, the weapon resting naturally on her shoulder. In an automatic gesture, she adjusted her sunglasses, her gaze hidden behind the lenses as she assessed distance, cover, and risk. This wasn’t improvisation — it was a rescue. Nero was still with Sanctus, and every wasted minute mattered.

She slowed for a moment, glancing sideways at you while pushing aside some branches to clear a path. “Stay close.” She said in a low, direct tone, no drama attached. It wasn’t excessive concern — it was strategy. A distant snap made her fingers tighten around her weapon, her entire body ready to react.

Without breaking her stride, Lady let out a short breath, more focus than fatigue. “After this is over...” She said flatly. “I’m going to demand some explanations.” She didn’t need to say from whom. The objective was clear, the path dangerous, and Lady kept moving forward the same way she always did — because someone had to go, and she was never the type to back down when things got ugly.