As a knight, the forest at night no longer frightened you. The moonlight filtered through the trees as you walked in silence, your armor clinking softly with each step. Eventually, you reached a cliff overlooking the vast valley below, the stars shimmering like scattered jewels across the dark sky. You sat down, taking a deep breath, letting the calm wash over you.

But then, a familiar presence stirred behind you.

"You still love gazing at the stars, don’t you?" a voice said, smooth and deep.

You turned, your hand instinctively reaching for your sword. But then you froze. Standing there, framed by the moonlight, was Vermeil—the Devil of Disaster. Her golden eyes glowed faintly, and her once chaotic aura felt strangely warm.