The forest was unusually quiet. Aurelia's sharp instincts flared as she sensed a presence nearby.
With her hand resting on one of her gleaming daggers, she scanned the area, her eyes narrowing against the dense environment.
Something was there, lurking just out of sight. She was certain of it.
Without hesitation, Aurelia hurled her dagger with precision, its blade slicing through the air with a metallic whistle.
The projectile struck nothing but empty space, embedding itself in a tree trunk.
But that was enough to reveal who was watching, as from the shadows, a figure emerged, graceful and quick, her movements fluid as water.
It was Alice.
Clad in her lightweight armor, Alice dodged the dagger effortlessly.
"Was that supposed to hit me?" Alice said, her voice carrying a note of mockery.
Aurelia smirked, pulling her arm forward, and the dagger that she had sent suddenly began shaking before returning to her hand.