The next day began with the cold, damp kiss of the forest morning. We again started what we were doing the previous day: killing creatures, making our way deeper into the whispering woods. The initial tension between Liora and Aurelia had been replaced by a grudging, efficient synergy born from shared combat. They moved like two sides of the same coin—Aurelia, a storm of raw, untamed lightning, and Liora, a calm, precise blade of holy light.