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Yet, the guards would never truly grasp the depths of her resolve or the skills she possessed. Lunara knew that time was of the essence; she had to reach the treasury and claim the three sacred treasures before her presence was discovered.

With unwavering determination, she made a split-second decision. Without a hint of hesitation, she drew a blade across her wrist, crimson flowing freely from the wound. The sharp sting barely registered as she forced herself to focus, rubbing her blood onto her other palm. A grimace twisted her features, but she pushed through the agony, willing herself to endure the pain.

Lunara approached the ancient wall, where a conspicuous handprint was etched into the stone. It felt like a beacon calling her forth. She pressed her bloodied palm against the mark, and while it didn't align perfectly, the warm blood began to seep into the grooves of the imprint.

To her astonishment, the blood reacted with the wall, spreading outward, glowing faintly as it intertwined with the markings. Moments later, she felt a tremor beneath her fingertips, as if the very stones were awakening to her presence. The mechanism of the treasury was responding to her sacrifice, and with bated breath, she prepared for what lay beyond. The treasures of her clan awaited, and she would stop at nothing to retrieve them.