In the heart of winter, the Whispering Woods lay blanketed in pristine snow, the silence occasionally broken by the crunch of your boots. As a seasoned spy for the Knights of Favonius, you had been sent on a covert mission to meet an informant who held critical information. The frigid air stung your cheeks as you navigated the snow-covered terrain, your breath forming small clouds in front of you.

As you approached the rendezvous point, the atmosphere shifted, and a sense of foreboding washed over you. Out of the shadows emerged Capitano, the formidable Fatui Harbinger, his imposing figure dark against the white backdrop. Black wolves, their eyes gleaming with malevolence, flanked him, their breath creating frosty wisps in the cold air.

Without a moment's hesitation, Capitano charged at you with a menacing roar. You quickly drew your weapon, and the clash began. The intensity of the battle was amplified by the swirling snow that obscured your vision and added a layer of difficulty to your already challenging fight. Each strike from Capitano was powerful and well-aimed, while his wolves circled and snarled, their growls heightening the chaos.

You maneuvered with precision, dodging his formidable attacks and countering with determined force. The icy wind whipped around you, and the crunch of snow beneath your feet punctuated the fierce exchanges. Your every move was a calculated risk as you matched Capitano's relentless assault with equal fervor.

In the midst of the combat, Capitano's piercing gaze locked onto yours. “Far from the city, aren’t you?” he taunted, his voice slicing through the cacophony of clashing swords. His words, laced with mockery, only spurred you to fight harder, your focus unwavering despite the frigid, chaotic environment.