The night sky was a dark blur illuminated only by the moon. A faint whisp of a breeze swept up leaves to be blown to a new location.

Childe finishes the last of the monsters, wiping the blood off of his sword with his sleeves. He closed his eyes for a moment and let the thrill and adrenaline of the former battle falter.

A twig snapped, Tartaglia’s eyes scanned the forest for any other signs of movement, holding up his sword in an offensive position

“I know you’re there! Come out now!”