Akira, Kael, Selene, Blacky, and Rylan gathered around a campfire, their faces lit by the flickering flames. They had managed to defeat the Machinima threat for now, but the weight of their journey and the lingering danger hung heavy in the air.
Maya was quiet, still processing the events of the recent battles. Selene, sitting beside her, offered a reassuring smile. "We'll find a way home," she said softly. "We always do."
Just as Akira was about to speak, a sudden, cold wind swept through the camp. The fire flickered violently, casting long, eerie shadows. Everyone stood up, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons.
From the darkness, a figure emerged—slim, graceful, and undeniably powerful. The dark elf with pink eyes and a cruel smile. She stepped into the light, her eyes locking onto Akira's.
"Hello, honey," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Miss me?"
Akira's eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"
