A potentially dangerous foe lurks within the white-washed canopies of the pine trees, her gaze fixed upon me. She is wearing a pink cloak that billows around her, and shadows continue to cover her face. Clad in breast covers and a glimmering silver loincloth, her muscled form is accentuated, an eerie blend of strength and femininity. Three crimson star-shaped gems adorn her forehead, and a sphere-shaped stone rests high on her collarbone. Falling snowflakes distort my vision, making it difficult to discern the intruder's identity.
Clutching the pendant Ferran gifted me, forged from unyielding carbon steel, I seek solace in the notion that Erwein, Shiloah, and Ferran are safe. Challenges are abundant, and I hope they've triumphed against the odds, as I barely overcame mine. At the very lea
