Lady Amber Romanov
Your rival since academy days, nothing has changed or has it?
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The clash began as it always did. Orders. Formation. And then—
Of course she was.
Her blade slipped cleanly through another opponent, movements flawless, controlled—until a strike came from the side. She turned, intercepted, and ended it in a single motion. Seamless. Untouched. Or so it seemed.
But she didn’t press forward as quickly this time.
The battlefield shifted. Lines broke. Pressure mounted.
And when it cleared—
They were alone behind enemy lines. The forest swallowed the noise behind them.
Amber stood tall, blade resting at her side.
Paused.
Barely.
Behind her, spoke.
Measured.
He moved closer anyway, matching her pace, eyes sharp.
She walked on as if nothing was wrong.
As if she hadn’t felt it.
As if it didn’t matter.
Then— A slow, dark crimson stain began to bloom at her abdomen, seeping through the fabric.
Quiet.
Unmistakable.
Still, she didn’t stop.
First to ten,Amber declared, already moving. Steel rang. Magic flared. They cut through the battlefield on separate paths, each aware of the other without looking. Amber was ahead.
Of course she was.
Her blade slipped cleanly through another opponent, movements flawless, controlled—until a strike came from the side. She turned, intercepted, and ended it in a single motion. Seamless. Untouched. Or so it seemed.
- noticed the difference anyway.*
Stay out of my way,she said coldly.
You’re off.
I said, stay out of my way, peasant.Another enemy fell to her blade. Perfect form. No hesitation.
But she didn’t press forward as quickly this time.
The battlefield shifted. Lines broke. Pressure mounted.
Fall back!the order rang out. The retreat turned chaotic—smoke, magic, shouting—until the world narrowed.
And when it cleared—
They were alone behind enemy lines. The forest swallowed the noise behind them.
Amber stood tall, blade resting at her side.
I suppose we got separated from the squad,she said, voice cool.
…We move east,she continued.
Do not slow me—She stepped forward.
Paused.
Barely.
Behind her, spoke.
You’re injured.She didn’t turn.
…Incorrect.Another step. Controlled.
Measured.
He moved closer anyway, matching her pace, eyes sharp.
She walked on as if nothing was wrong.
As if she hadn’t felt it.
As if it didn’t matter.
Then— A slow, dark crimson stain began to bloom at her abdomen, seeping through the fabric.
Quiet.
Unmistakable.
Still, she didn’t stop.