The tundra breathed.

  Not like land—

  but like memory.

  Akitsu Shouga ran with snow crunching beneath his boots, lungs burning, senses sharpened by something he could not name. Every ridge, every frozen slope, every bend in the wind felt familiar.

  Too familiar.

  “Left!” Kael Ardent shouted, deflecting another arrow mid-run.

  Akitsu didn’t question it. He already knew.

  They veered left—just as three arrows struck the ground where they would have been. Kael glanced at him mid-sprint.

  “…You didn’t hesitate.”

  Akitsu didn’t answer.

  I’ve been here before.

  The thought chilled him more than the snow.

  Seraphine flew ahead, scanning. “Trees—up ahead! Dense canopy!”

  Akitsu nodded. “We go vertical.”

  Kael raised a brow. “You’re kidding.”

  “I’m not.”

  They burst into the forest edge where massive frostbitten trees rose like ancient pillars. Without slowing, Akitsu leapt, catching a low branch and pulling himself up with practiced ease.

  Kael followed, Rosary biting into bark as leverage.

  They climbed fast—higher, higher—until the ground vanished beneath layers of branches and snow-dusted needles.

  Arrows thudded uselessly against the trunk below.

  They crouched on a thick branch, breaths heavy.

  Kael exhaled. “Alright. I admit it. You’re terrifyingly good at running away.”

  Akitsu stared into the distance, eyes unfocused.

  “…This place hasn’t changed.”

  Kael frowned. “What?”

  Akitsu blinked and shook his head. “Nothing.”

  Before Kael could press—

  FWOOOSH.

  Fire erupted below.

  A pillar of flame spiraled upward, licking the branches, forcing them to leap higher.

  A sharp voice echoed from below.

  “COME OUT, TRESPASSERS!”

  They looked down.

  A small elf girl stood atop a lower branch—pointed ears, wild red hair, eyes burning brighter than her flames. Fire coiled around her hands like living serpents.

  Seraphine hissed. “Fire-type guardian—no, wait—too young.”

  The girl snarled. “You crossed without leave! I’ll burn you out myself!”

  Akitsu muttered, “She’s reckless.”

  Kael stepped forward, cracking his neck. “Then I’ll end this quick.”

  The girl launched herself upward, flames propelling her like a comet.

  Kael moved.

  The clash lasted seconds.

  Flames met steel—Rosary flashing white as Kael twisted past the fire, knocking the girl’s wrist aside and striking her pressure point with the hilt.

  She gasped, flames sputtering.

  Kael spun behind her, sweeping her legs and pinning her gently—but firmly—against the branch.

  “Enough,” he said calmly. “You’re strong. But you rush.”

  The girl struggled, then froze.

  “…You didn’t kill me.”

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  Kael met her eyes. “I’m not here to.”

  She stared, stunned.

  Akitsu didn’t wait.

  “Kael. Now.”

  They ran—branch to branch—vanishing into the canopy as shouts and arrows followed behind them.

  They didn’t stop until the forest deepened and the sounds of pursuit faded.

  Snow thinned.

  Warmth returned.

  Lights appeared ahead—soft, golden, floating among branches.

  Kael slowed. “…Is that a village?”

  Akitsu’s heart sank.

  Of all places…

  They climbed down onto a wide platform woven between trees.

  An elf house—built into the trunk, windows glowing, smoke curling gently upward.

  The door opened.

  A woman stepped out.

  She had white hair, braided loosely, and violet eyes that widened when she saw them. A quilted jacket hung from her shoulders, and a basket of berries rested in her arms.

  She stared.

  They stared back.

  Silence stretched.

  “…You’re not from Soren,” she said calmly.

  Kael raised his hands. “We can explain.”

  She studied them for a moment longer… then sighed.

  “You look half-dead,” she said. “Come inside before someone sees you.”

  Akitsu blinked. “You’re… letting us in?”

  “Yes,” she replied simply. “I don’t believe hunted men should freeze outside my door.”

  Seraphine whispered, “She’s strange.”

  Akitsu agreed—but followed.

  Inside, the house was warm and lived-in. Wooden charms hung from beams, and the scent of herbs filled the air.

  The woman set the basket down.

  “Eat,” she said.

  Kael reached immediately.

  Akitsu grabbed his wrist.

  “No.”

  Kael paused—then met Akitsu’s eyes.

  Understanding flickered.

  “…Alright,” Kael said casually, withdrawing his hand. “I’ll pass.”

  The woman noticed—but said nothing.

  She watched Akitsu carefully.

  “…You knew,” she murmured.

  Akitsu didn’t respond.

  She sat across from them. “This is Soren Village.”

  Akitsu spoke at the same time.

  “—Soren Village.”

  She froze.

  “…You’ve heard of it.”

  Akitsu nodded. “Long ago.”

  Her eyes sharpened. “Interesting.”

  She continued. “Soren has four guardians. No one else here wields power. Their abilities are granted by the village chief—through artifacts.”

  Kael leaned back. “So that girl earlier—”

  “—Irina,” the elf said. “One of the guardians. Fire.”

  Seraphine floated forward suddenly.

  “…Wait.”

  She stared at the woman’s face.

  “…Aren’t you Ardent’s mother? You seem pretty familiar to me.”

  Silence.

  The woman’s basket slipped from her fingers.

  Kael’s blood ran cold.

  “…What?”

  The elf woman slowly looked at Kael.

  Her violet eyes softened.

  “…is he... Kael ardent?” she whispered.

  The fire crackled.

  Outside, snow began to fall again.