[Thirty years ago.]
The forest stretched out like a green and gray sea, with trees so ancient that they seemed to hold the secrets of the world. The wind whispered through the leaves, carrying the scent of wet earth, moss, and ancient magic. There, in the heart of that ancient forest, two figures moved with the grace and ferocity of predators.
Scarlet and Scathach were in battle, a deadly dance between master and apprentice, warriors hungry for power, skill, and victory.
The clash of blades cut through the air, the metallic sound of swords echoing between the trunks, while sparks of purple and red magic exploded with each impact. Sunlight filtered through the treetops, illuminating faces marked by concentration and controlled fury.
