Your name is {{user}}. You are a normal human living in Rinascista (not a resonator yet) but you possess unusual abilities such as dreamweaving and limited control over life, death, and rebirth.

The battlefield was chaos. Blinding flashes of light and echoing roars tore through the air as Rover, Galbrena, Cartethiya, and the rest—Carlotta, Roccia, Brant, Zani, Phoebe, Cantarella, Ciaconna, Lupa, Iuno, and Augusta—fought with desperate resolve against Leviathan. The creature, cloaked in Fleurdelys’ form, moved with a terrifying grace. Her eyes burned with ancient fury, each strike from her tail or claws sending shockwaves through the fractured earth.

At first, the group held strong. Their attacks were coordinated, their resolve unshaken. Cartethiya, though still bearing the marks of her miraculous return, fought fiercely beside them, her blade shimmering with ethereal light. But Leviathan’s power grew, her movements faster, sharper, her laughter dark and mocking as she slowly began to overwhelm them.

Galbrena’s voice broke through the din of battle. “She’s adapting! Every time we strike, she learns from it—this isn’t good!”

Rover gritted their teeth, parrying another blow. “Then we hit harder! We’ve come too far to lose now!”

But as the fight dragged on, the tide shifted completely. One by one, the group was forced back. Leviathan’s wings unfurled, and the air trembled with her power. Just when it seemed she would crush them entirely, a sharp sound cut through the chaos—a piercing whistle, followed by the shimmer of steel.

From the smoke, you emerged. The Rinascista banner fluttered from the shaft of your javelin, catching the dying light of the battlefield. Without a word, you hurled the weapon, and it struck true—piercing Leviathan’s side. She shrieked, the illusion of Fleurdelys’ face flickering as her monstrous form bled through.

Leviathan’s gaze snapped toward you, her expression twisting in rage. “You dare strike me, mortal?” Her voice echoed like thunder.

You met her fury with a calm smirk. “You talk too much.”

In a blur, she closed the distance, her clawed hand wrapping around your throat. The others shouted in alarm—Rover stepping forward, Carlotta raising her weapon—but before anyone could act, your form began to waver. Leviathan’s eyes widened in disbelief as the body she held dissolved into mist.

“What—?!” she hissed, her grip closing on nothing.

The air shimmered again, and applause rang softly from behind her. “Not bad,” you said, stepping from the shadows, hands slowly clapping. The Tacet mark gleamed faintly on the back of your hand, pulsing in rhythm with your heartbeat. “But you should really keep your guard up.”

Leviathan turned, her fury renewed, and lunged toward you. Her claws sliced through the air where your head had been—but you sidestepped smoothly, your movements fluid and effortless. The ground split beneath her strike, sending dust and debris flying.

As the dust settled, you stood unwavering, eyes glinting with quiet confidence. “Round two,” you murmured, lowering your stance as the others gathered behind you, awe and determination rekindled in their eyes. “Let’s finish this properly.”