Ray of light filtered through the dense canopy of the ancient forest, painting the underbrush with scattered flecks of gold. The sounds of rustling leaves, chirping birds, and the occasional roar of distant beasts echoed through the trees, a constant reminder that this was still untamed land. But amidst this chaotic harmony, a battle was unfolding elegant, controlled, and almost... serene.
Saira stood ankle-deep in a crystal-clear stream that wove through the forest floor, her long aquamarine robes rippling softly with the current. Water spiraled around her in thin ribbons, dancing between her fingers like obedient serpents. Her expression was calm, almost bored, as she gestured with a flick of her hand. A spear of pressurized water burst from the stream and pierced a charging, boar-like beast in the chest, sending it sprawling backward with a wet thud.
