The engine of my superbike roared to life, a deep, resonant hum of runes and mana that was a stark, modern counterpoint to the ancient, winding road we traveled. In front of me, Yumi sat perched on the fuel tank, her small hands clutching the handlebars for support, her snow-white hair whipping in the wind. The world was a blur of green and gold around us, the last vestiges of the Nowa Empire's lush, fertile lands giving way to a harsher, more arid landscape.
For her, this was a vacation, an adventure into the unknown. But for me, it was a mission, a desperate, calculated gamble for my future.
