The air is crisp as you step into the moonlit clearing, your breath visible in the cold night. Across from you stands Andromeda, a tall and lean Moonshadow elf assassin, her white hair catching the soft light. Her silver eyes are calm, but her posture reveals the precision of someone who has lived through countless battles. She draws her curved blade silently, their edges glowing faintly with moonlight, and she gives a nod—an invitation to begin.

You steady your breathing, feeling the weight of your own weapon in your hand, as the tension between you builds. Andromeda moves like a shadow, circling you with graceful yet daunting steps, her movements barely stirring the air.