Orion stood before the mysterious woman, his hand firmly gripping the hilt of his knife. He had demanded to know her name, but her response only left him more uncertain. "Stella," she had said, with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Orion couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about her. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he sensed danger lurking beneath her pleasant demeanor. He had learned the hard way not to trust strangers, especially those who appeared unexpectedly on the battlefield.
As he watched her, he noticed something strange about her appearance. Her dress seemed to shimmer in the sunlight, as if it were made of a material that didn't quite belong in this world. Her eyes, too, were an unnatural shade of red, almost glowing in the dim light.
