Rumble, rumble!
As the day draws to an end, the leaden clouds densely gather, and thunder and lightning crash amidst swirling winds.
A twelve-year-old girl, clad in black clothes and armor, closes her eyes slightly, listening intently, her long black hair flying, her sleeves billowing in the wind.
With a long knife hanging at her waist, she holds the hilt with one hand, standing quietly at the edge of the cliff.
The Silver Dragon howls as it soars, and the girl gently stirs her left hand hanging by her side, seemingly indifferent.
Golden light suddenly appears; thunder crashes as the fierce thunderbolt comes hurtling down.
The girl opens her eyes and draws her knife!
Clang!
The zigzagging sword aura cuts across the sky in an instant, cleaving the thunderbolt thrice.
The knife returns to its sheath, and the lightning falls upon her entire body.
