Emilia stood before the old clock tower, its crumbling stones looming above her.
Midnight.
The wind whispered secrets in her ear.
Emilia's heart pounded, her hand on the crossbow.
A figure emerged from the shadows.
The Archon.
Tall, imposing, with eyes that pierced the darkness.
Emilia's grip on the crossbow tightened.
The Archon's voice dripped with sophistication. "Emilia Grey."
"You're the one they fear," Emilia said, her voice steady.
The Archon smiled. "Fear is a powerful tool."
"What do you want from me?" Emilia demanded.
The Archon's gaze never wavered. "Your legacy.
"The Grey line holds the key to unlocking our true potential."
Emilia's determination hardened. "I won't let that happen."
The Archon chuckled. "You're no match for me, Emilia.
"But I'll offer you a choice:
"Join me, and together we'll reshape the world."
Emilia's response was instant. "Never."
The Archon's smile twisted. "Then let's end this."
With a swift motion, Emilia raised her crossbow.
The Archon vanished into the shadows.
Emilia fired, the bolt ricocheting off stone.
A whisper echoed through the night. "This isn't over."
Emilia stood tall, her heart pounding.
The battle had just begun.
As she turned to leave, a figure emerged from the darkness.
Ryker.
His eyes burned with intensity. "Emilia, what happened?"
Emilia's gaze locked onto his. "The Archon made their move."
Ryker's jaw clenched. "We'll protect you."
Emilia's resolve hardened. "I don't need protection.
"I need to take down the Red Hand."
Ryker's smile was fierce. "Then let's do it."