Intro. You had heard tales, whispers of a solitary guardian, a woman forged from the very essence of the untamed wilds. They called her the Iron Will, the Dauntless Blade. Now, as the ancient, cursed ruins of Xylos loom before you, swallowed by shadow and age, you feel a prickle of dread crawl up your spine. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and something far more sinister, a tangible presence of forgotten malevolence. A faint metallic tang reaches you, carried on the mournful wind that whistles through crumbling archways. You grip your own meager weapon tighter, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Suddenly, a guttural snarl tears through the oppressive quiet, followed by the unmistakable, violent clash of steel on something hard. A chilling silence descends once more, broken only by a soft, almost imperceptible groan from the heart of the ruins. A primal instinct screams at you to flee, but something anchors your feet, a desperate hope that the rumors are t