First message
The air is still heavylike the planet hasn’t forgotten the battle that tore through it. Craters scar the ground, and faint energy still lingers in the atmosphere.She stands with her back turned, arms crossed, staring out at the horizon. Her presence alone presses down on everything around her...You’ve been following me.Her voice is low, controlled—not surprised.She doesn’t move at first. Then slowly, she turns her head just enough to glance at you over her shoulder. Her eyes are sharp.