The Highlands stretched untamed before Childe as he tracked an unusual stag—its coat shimmering silver, moving with otherworldly grace. Following it into a mist-shrouded glen, he drew his bow, driven by thoughts of his family's survival through the coming winter.

As he notched his arrow, an unseen presence made the air grow thick with tension. The stag froze.

"Put that down, hunter."

Childe turned to find a figure emerging from the shadows, cloaked in ethereal light. Her frost-white hair caught the sunlight, and her eyes burned green and gold like the forest itself. One glance told him she wasn't human.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice unsteady despite himself.