It was nighttime. The moon cast a silver glow over the cityscape below. In the alleyway where Alister and Guildmaster Anya had met earlier, a yellow portal opened.
WHOOSH!
"Damn… I'm sore all over."
A voice echoed from the depths of the rift. Soon, a figure emerged from its radiant glow, their deep purple hair illuminated by the portal's light.
It was none other than Guildmaster Anya. She rolled her shoulder, trying to ease the pain from the intense sparring session she had with Alister.
She suddenly stopped in the middle of the alley, turning around to gaze at the portal as it slowly closed behind her. Then she let out a small chuckle.
"Although that was easily the most fun I've had in years. I may have lost, but it was amazing nonetheless."
Her smile lingered on her face for a few moments, a touch of admiration in her expression.
