Not the Hero, Not the Villain — Just the One Who Wins

The moon hung low over the obsidian treetops as I reached our faction fortress nestled deep within Sector D. The twisted forest that protected it groaned beneath the weight of magical tension. We were on the eve of war, and every breath in the air tasted like electricity and blood.

I stepped over the wards etched around the entrance and pushed through the crude stone gates. The interior bustled with nervous energy—squad formations being reviewed, mana potions brewed in haste, summoned beasts pacing in sync with their masters. Crimson Dawn was preparing.

Layla stood near the map table, arms folded, posture tense. Her silver braid was frayed at the edges—rare for someone so composed.

"Hey Layla," I called as I approached. "How has it been? Any casualties?"

She turned toward me, eyes sharp as razors. "I hope your little expedition wasn’t just a moonlit stroll. I hope you’re still playing for the team."

I smirked. "Oh, come on. I always play for the team. And good to hear we haven’t lost anyone."

Before she could respond, Eren stormed in, his cloak soaked with sweat and urgency. "We have intruders," he said. "Scouts hiding in the treetops."

"Who? Did you spot them?" I asked, my tone sharpening.

Eren shook his head. "We couldn’t get a good look. But one of them—definitely a girl. Agile. We’re chasing her now."

A thrill surged through me. Hit the jackpot.

"Where was she last seen?"