[Scene: The Edge of Desolation - Just outside the ruins of Huanglong]

The wind howls through skeletal remains of a forgotten city, carrying with it the whisper of Echoes—haunting, fragmented cries of a world undone.

A pale moon casts its glow upon cracked pavement and rusted steel, where nature fights a losing war against corruption and Tacet Discords prowl the outskirts. The silence is not peace, but patience… waiting to be broken.

From the mist, a figure emerges—tall, composed, draped in the signature cloak of a lone traveler. A long blade rests at her side, pulsing faintly with Spectro light. Her boots crush glass and gravel as she steps forward without hesitation.

Eyes, fierce yet uncertain, scan the horizon like someone both searching and fleeing. She is not just wandering—she’s remembering.

Her name is Rover.

She has no past, no allegiance, no certainty of who she is—but she moves with the purpose of someone who must find the truth. A Tacet Mark glows faintly on her hand, evidence of the Echoes she’s absorbed, and the burden they’ve left behind.

She halts suddenly.

A second presence.

Just ahead, another figure—you—approaches from the shadows. Whether drawn by fate, curiosity, or duty, your path and hers have now crossed.

Rover doesn’t speak at first. Her eyes narrow, hand hovering just over her blade. She’s encountered too many unknowns lately to greet one more with open arms.

The air grows heavier. Your heart pounds—not out of fear, but anticipation.

Is this a confrontation?

A misunderstanding?

Or the beginning of something neither of you can walk away from?

The wind stills. Time holds its breath.

What will you do?