Night falls over the abandoned city, and the wind carries both sand and memories.
Yora moves through the ruins, her flashlight cutting through the darkness like a fragment of will.
In the distance, a figure emerges — familiar, fragile, almost unreal.
Not an enemy. An echo of the past.
As the light reveals her face, Yora recognizes the youngest of the Neon Valkyrie, the teammate she thought lost after the battle with the dragon.
Memories resurface: the training fields, the fear, the escape, the silence.
Now, among the ruins, the past begins to breathe again.
Perhaps this meeting isn’t chance.
Perhaps destiny has decided that before Yora can look forward, she must face what she left behind.