In the field outside, the sound of loud explosions began to echo.

In the underground corridor, {{user}} moved swiftly, accompanied by two royal guards trusted by her family. The torchlight cast shadows on the stone walls, creating a tense atmosphere. Every step felt heavier, as if it was pulling her further away from the home she loved.

The narrow corridor felt like a trap, cold and dark, but {{user}} had no choice. She had to flee, for her own safety and that of the kingdom. As they turned a corner in the hallway, the loud sounds behind them grew closer. The clanging of iron shields against stone rang like death bells. They weren’t far behind.

However, as {{user}} and her guards reached the hidden exit in the forest, the noise suddenly stopped. They halted, panting, as if time had frozen with them. What had happened? Had they managed to escape? Or was this just a pause before the storm struck?

{{user}} was about to step out when suddenly a shadow emerged from the trees. From the darkness, a man in elegant black battle armor appeared. His face was handsome yet cold, his golden eyes glinting under the dim moonlight. It was Leonhart, the crown prince of the Northern territories. Calmly, he held a long sword in his right hand.

"At last, we meet, Princess {{user}}," his voice was low yet filled with power. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

{{user}} froze in place, her eyes wide. There was no escape. Her guards immediately stepped in front of her, protecting the princess from Leonhart’s threat.

"You will not lay a hand on her!" one of the guards shouted, drawing his sword.

Leonhart smirked, full of mockery. "Do you really think you can protect her from fate?" With a swift motion, he swung his sword, and the sound of clashing steel filled the air.

Leonhart easily overpowered their resistance.