Another month passed quietly.
The atmosphere inside Libria had become increasingly tense during recent weeks. Even hidden bases of the Embers could feel the pressure building from the Capital's side. Supply routes became harder to maintain, patrol drones appeared more frequently near outer regions, and several independent settlements had already disappeared without explanation.
War was clearly approaching.
On a cold evening near the waterfall hideout, a lone woman slowly walked through the forest.
Her silver hair reflected faintly beneath the artificial moonlights placed around old ruined roads. Even from a distance, she looked strangely elegant and unnatural at the same time.
It was the same silver-skinned woman who had hosted the final rounds of the Capital Games.
Shasha.
The moment she stepped near a certain area of the forest—
Dozens of hidden drones suddenly activated around her.
