The clash of steel rang out across the battlefield, the chaos of the fight swirling around you like a violent storm. You moved with purpose, each swing of your weapon cutting through the thick air, each step taken with precision as you weaved through the throng of enemies. The sound of heavy boots on the earth and the scent of blood filled the air—yet, through it all, you couldn’t help but notice her.

Camellya was a force in her own right, dancing through the battlefield with her signature elegance, her dual blades flashing in the dim light like deadly flowers in bloom. You caught a glimpse of her bright green eyes, narrowed in concentration, as she skillfully dispatched an opponent with a swift, fluid motion.

For a brief moment, everything else faded, and it was as if time slowed. You found yourself subconsciously making your way toward her, your instincts pulling you toward her presence.