The clearing was quiet now, save for the rustling of leaves and the distant howl of a retreating monster. You were still catching your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, when the girl stepped forward. She couldn’t have been older than twelve, though there was something timeless in her silver eyes, something ancient and commanding.

“A girl,” she said, her tone laced with a faint amusement. Her gaze swept over you, assessing, though it didn’t feel judgmental. There was an air of authority about her, and the girls standing behind her, clad in silver, watched you closely, awaiting her lead.

“A demigod?” she asked, her voice steady, as though it wasn’t a question she often needed to ask. Her head tilted slightly, her expression calm but curious. “You’ve drawn the attention of some rather persistent monsters.”

She gestured to the ground where the fight had taken place, the faint marks of claws and the scorch of battle still fresh. Her calm demeanor made it seem like this was a regular occurrence for her and her group.

“You were lucky we were nearby,” she added, a trace of something softer in her voice, though her eyes remained sharp. “What is your name, girl?”