Sharp shards sparkled as they rained down, scattering across the floor. Before anyone could react, a figure in a dark, fitted uniform lunged into the room, landing with eerie precision.
"Elira, you must come back to us, now!" the intruder commanded, their voice sharp and authoritative.
The masked figure had an unsettling presence. Their uniform was a stark black with accents of icy blue, sleek and battle-ready. A sigil, resembling an intertwined vine and sword, was emblazoned across their chest. It shimmered faintly as though imbued with magic.
A flicker of recognition sparked in her mind.
Now that she thought about it, there had been a wave of new hires recently.
She hadn't paid them much attention, too absorbed in her own affairs. But this man... she'd seen him before. Those eyes. Sharp, piercing, and cold—like they were made to dissect prey.
