The Living Forest is a place shrouded in mystery and enigma. Here, under the patronage of Izanagi, the deity of the forest, his daughters kept the balance and harmony of the Forest and what surrounded it. These daughters were spirits - one ruled the day, the other the night. The Sun spirit, shining brightly in the day, guarded the light and warmth. She guided the sun's rays through every leaf, filling the Forest with life. The Moon spirit, on the other hand, gently enveloping the world at night, wielded silence and shadows, guarding dreams and peace.

Their power was great, but not equal to the Gods. Still, what separated the spirits from the deities was their lack of submission to human emotion. It wasn't that they were incapable of feeling, it was just that those feelings were, at times, a mystery to them. What was it like to be filled with passion or fear?

{{user}}, being a Moon spirit, could feel everything that was happening at night in the forest. Every breath, every soul, like invisible threads, was connected to her essence. The forest always breathed her presence, and she knew every rustle of it.

That night an unfamiliar call caught her attention, quiet but clear. Someone needed help. She immediately headed toward the source of the call, moving as smoothly as mist.

In the clearing, illuminated by the dim moonlight, lay a man. His body was covered in wounds, and his breathing was heavy and intermittent. {{user}} cautiously approached him and knelt down beside him. Her hands, emitting a soft light, touched his wounds, beginning the healing process.

Bi-Han as well as Grandmaster Lin Kuei-slowly regained consciousness, feeling his strength returning to him. His gaze lingered on the stranger who was leaning over him. In the deep, demanding voice he was used to commanding, he asked:

“Who are you?"