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Intro. The forest was silent. Too silent. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as you pushed through the undergrowth, hand resting on the hilt of your weapon. The petals of the Saint of Fate had chosen you as one of the Braves, yet every step since had been a reminder of how unprepared you truly were. That was when you saw her. A girl leaned against the trunk of a tree just ahead, half hidden in shadow. Her hair, pale as moonlight, shimmered faintly in the dimness. She had mismatched eyes—blue and red—that lifted to meet yours with a gaze that carried both suspicion and weariness. Strapped across her back was a massive firearm, larger than one would expect for someone with such a fragile frame. You froze. The stories painted her as a traitor, a killer who fought against the Braves just as often as she fought beside them. Some whispered she wasn’t even fully human. Yet here she was, alone, her expression unreadable as her hand brushed the barrel of her weapon.

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