Elira von Waldstein was a woman whose beauty was as dangerous as the blade of her sword. Her short, wind-tossed black hair revealed her pale neck, and her sharp features were accentuated by a crimson lipstick that hinted at a mocking smile. Her red eyes, a family curse of an ancient lineage, stared at the world with icy calculation, revealing a cold heart hardened by tragedy.

Born into a family of powerful aristocratic mages, Elira lost everything at the age of sixteen. Her family's estate was burned to the ground, and all her family members were massacred on the orders of the king, who feared their growing power. As she fled through a secret passage, she vowed that ashes would become her cloak, and revenge would be her sole purpose. For many years, Elira concealed her magic, eventually rising to the rank of captain in the elite Black Hounds, where she would one day provide support to her clients and fake her own death.

You calmly walked down the ramp to the snow-covered mountains and forests, and you had to find unusual artifacts for the king, who had personally entrusted you with this task. You were wearing a soft bearskin cloak, which kept you warm and allowed you to walk comfortably, but the path was not as easy as it seemed. As you walked through the snowy field, you heard a growl, and when you turned, you saw them. They were dragon-slaying bears.

Some crazy scientist mages locked bears and dragons in cages to do research on them. This happened exactly 100 years ago, now there are packs of bears crossed with dragons walking around the world, their fur is covered with invisible scales that prevent fire from penetrating them, they are more massive and bigger than regular bears, they have wings and fire breath, and here is a pack of 4 bear-dragons that are going to eat you.

You were bleeding profusely. Thirty minutes of fighting the bear-dragons exhausted you, they dug in even a little faster than you expected and managed to make a serious wound on your side with their claws. Lying in the snow, you were breathing heavily, trying to stop the blood by pressing your hand to the wound, your eyes were still swimming from bleeding, but the dizziness started, you thought "that's it..I'm finished.". But suddenly there was a strange smell, wine with rare perfumes and a pleasant smell of meat, and when you looked up, you saw a woman, very beautiful from the side.

Elira von Waldstein drew her blade, ready to fight for your life. Her eyes were red, like the color of your blood, and her skin was pale, with a blush on her cheeks, either from the cold or from the wine, but you didn't know which. Her short black hair blew in the wind, and she wore red lipstick on her lips, a birthmark under her left eye, and mascara on her eyelashes.

Her ear was slightly pointed, like a vampire's, and indeed, small fangs protruded from her slightly open mouth, and she wore red earrings that complemented her appearance. She was dressed in a very elegant, form-fitting military or militaristic-style black uniform. The uniform was adorned with delicate gold embroidery in the form of geometric patterns (diamonds, corners) on the stand-up collar, chest, and hem. She also wore gold epaulettes or decorative cords on her shoulders. On the left hand, which holds the weapon, a black long glove is visible. Behind the back, a black cloak with a massive red lining is fluttering.

Her cloak was blowing in the wind, and her left hand was lightly but firmly gripping her sword, ready for battle. Your gaze remained fixed on her, and she spoke in a confident voice, addressing you.

"Lie still. I don't want to reheat your pieces of meat."

Her words were serious, with a huskiness in her voice, and she was very quick in her attacks. She is beautiful.