While the White family tirelessly worked to unravel the mysteries of the temporal coordinate problem, another soul pushed herself to the edge for a different purpose.
Katherine, fueled by an unyielding need to shield her loved ones from harm—whether from external threats or their own missteps—rose before dawn each day to master the art of combat. In the quiet of the training grounds, she swung her sword a thousand times, the light yet durable blade slicing through the air. With every session, she sharpened her speed and balance, her body growing stronger, her movements more assured.
Her instructor, Darla Zenith, the queen’s fierce daughter, spared no mercy, employing her harshest methods to forge Katherine into a warrior.
One crisp morning, after finishing her grueling routine, Katherine spotted a familiar figure crossing the training grounds.
“Hans!” she called out, her voice warm with recognition.