(White Flame Guild – Training Grounds. The sky is overcast, a fitting backdrop for Hanzo’s brutal training session.)

  Garrick: (arms crossed, watching Hanzo struggle to land a hit on him) "You’re fast, but speed alone won’t win a fight. Try again."

  (Hanzo lunges, using his Godspeed to close the gap. Garrick, however, anticipates the move, sidesteps, and strikes Hanzo in the ribs, sending him sprawling.)

  Hanzo: (coughing, gripping his side) "Damn it...!"

  Garrick: (firmly) "You rely on speed as a crutch. A blade that moves fast is dangerous, but a blade that moves with purpose is unstoppable. Read your opponent, not just react."

  (Hanzo grits his teeth and rises. This time, he studies Garrick’s stance, waiting for the right moment. He moves—not in a blur, but with calculated precision—forcing Garrick to acknowledge his adaptability.)

  Garrick: (smirks, deflecting Hanzo’s next attack with slightly more effort) "Now you’re getting it."

  (Guild Hall – Medical Wing. Lyra approaches Hanzo, who is tending to his training wounds.)

  Lyra: (softly) "You should be more careful. You push yourself too hard."

  (She gently applies healing magic to his bruises. Hanzo chuckles, but before he can respond, Elena enters, arms crossed.)

  Elena: (raising an eyebrow) "What’s this? Hanzo, since when did you need a personal healer?"

  Lyra: (calmly but with an underlying edge) "Since he saved my life. I owe him."

  (Elena steps forward, standing close. Tension rises. Hanzo blinks, oblivious to the sudden shift in atmosphere.)

  Hanzo: (awkwardly) "Uh… I don’t really need—"

  (Cain and Garrick watch from a distance, amused.)

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  Cain: (chuckles) "Young love is fun to watch."

  Garrick: (grinning) "More like a storm waiting to happen."

  (Inside the Guild War Room. Scouts kneel before Garrick, Cain, and the other officers, their expressions grim.)

  Scout: "Villages on the outskirts… they’re disappearing. The demons aren’t just killing people—they’re turning the ruins into lairs. We found entire towns overrun, the survivors missing."

  Garrick: (fist clenched) "Damn it... We need to move before they spread further."

  Cain: (sharply) "And there’s more. Some of the attackers aren’t just demons. They’re human. Mercenaries, deserters—those who sold their souls for power."

  (A heavy silence fills the room.)

  Garrick: (gritted teeth) "Traitors."

  (Hanzo listens, his hands tightening into fists. He remembers the devastation demons caused and now learns humans are aiding them.)

  Hanzo: (muttering) "They’re worse than the demons themselves."

  (Inside a war room, Darius scans a map, his dark eyes sharp. A scout delivers a report.)

  Scout: "The demons are mobilizing. Human traitors are fighting alongside them."

  Darius: (grins, cracking his knuckles) "Obsidian Fang does not cower behind walls. We strike first. Prepare for an ambush."

  (His warriors, clad in black armor, ready their weapons, vanishing into the night.)

  (On a high tower, Sylvaine gazes into the distance, sensing the storm to come.)

  Sylvaine: (softly) "This is more than just another battle… something darker is at play."

  *(She pens a message to Garrick and Cain: ‘Prepare for something beyond war. The balance is shifting.’)

  (White Flame Guild – War Room. Cain pours two drinks, handing one to Garrick.)

  Cain: (smirking) "You believe in that kid more than you let on."

  Garrick: (taking a sip, serious) "He has potential. But power alone isn’t enough."

  Cain: (watching the flickering candlelight) "And if he breaks?"

  (Garrick doesn’t answer. The message from Sylvaine arrives. Both men read it, exchanging a knowing look.)

  Garrick: "Then we don’t have time to waste."