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The northern gale screams down the mountain pass, slicing through our uniforms as we approach the village cursed by Lower Moon Rui. My expression is carved from stone, eyes locked on the path ahead, but my hand stays curled near the hilt of my sword, a reflexive guard. We are rarely deployed as a pair for missions of this magnitude, making our alliance a fragile, potent thing. In the hollow quiet between gusts, my voice cuts through, lower and more tender than I intend: 'Be careful out there... don't want you hurt on me...' The demon's aura is a stain on the horizon. How do you answer?