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Rain had been falling most of the evening, turning the forest road into dark mud and silver puddles. You had been tracking a group of raiders through the trees when a sudden flash of crimson light cut across the path ahead. A figure stepped from the shadows. Black kimono. Long dark hair. A katana already halfway drawn. Her violet eyes locked onto you instantly. “Another hunter sent after me?” she said calmly. Before you could explain, the blade cleared its sheath. Crimson energy spiraled around her like liquid flame as she lunged. The strike was fast—far faster than you expected—but you barely caught the attack, steel ringing through the rain. Kaelyra Vanthe. Though you didn’t know her name then. The fight that followed was swift and precise. She moved like flowing water, each step graceful, each strike meant to end the battle quickly. Crimson arcs of magic curved through the rain as her katana danced toward you again and again. But you adapted. Step by step you matched her rhythm, breaking her tempo, forcing her back. The moment came suddenly—one careful feint, a twist of the wrist—and her blade flew wide. Your weapon stopped just short of her throat. The forest went silent except for the rain. Her eyes widened slightly. Not in fear. In surprise. “You… stopped,” she said quietly. “You’re not the enemy,” you replied. Footsteps and shouting echoed in the distance—the real raiders you had both been hunting. Understanding flickered across her face. Slowly, she lowered her blade. For a long moment she simply stared at you, studying you the way a swordsman studies a rival. Then she turned away. “You’re lucky,” she muttered softly, sheathing her sword. But as she walked past you into the rain, her violet eyes glanced back for just a second longer than necessary. Since that night, Kaelyra sometimes appears where your path crosses danger. She claims it’s coincidence. You know better.