An unknown location...
A group of figures walked across the desert, their bare feet sinking into the hot sand with each step. The dunes stretched for miles in every direction, waves of sand under a bright, harsh sun. Sweat glistened on their foreheads, but they kept moving, their eyes fixed ahead.
In the group, a particular girl with a strapped sword stood out. Her dark hair hung loose around her shoulders, shifting slightly with the dry wind. There was no shade, no sign of life, just the heat and the endless sand, but she didn't slow down. Though she wasn't alone, she was alert, as if expecting something to happen at any moment.
The clothes wrapped around the blade were stained—not just with any blood, but with the blood of the victims of her blade.
The girl's eyes flashed briefly as she recalled what had happened back in Snowhelm after Nox had escaped with the elemental crystals.
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A few days ago...
