With a determined sigh, she pushed herself to her feet, her muscles flexing and protesting slightly against the unexpected shift in reality. She scanned her surroundings with keen, piercing eyes. "This time a desert, huh?" she muttered, her voice low and filled with a mixture of annoyance and resignation.


    She took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatevery ahead, and began to walk towards the distant outline of a vige shimmering in the heat haze.


    The sand crunched under her boots with every step, each grain a reminder of her new reality. As she approached the vige, a wave of heat distorted the air, making the y buildings ahead waver like a mirage. The closer she got, the more details she could make out—people moving about, going about their daily lives.


    Aurelia''s thoughts were interrupted as a woman from the vige came forward, a mix of curiosity and caution in her eyes. The woman wore simple, worn clothes, and her face was sun-kissed and lined with worry. Aurelia raised her hand in a non-threatening gesture. "I mean no harm," she stated firmly, her voice carrying the authority of a queen despite the unfamiliar surroundings.


    The woman nodded slowly, still eyeing her with suspicion. "It''s strange," she remarked, her voice tinged with a local ent. "Two different travelers in the same day. Very unusual."


    Aurelia''s head tilted slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Two travelers?" she echoed, ncing around as if the other traveler might suddenly appear.


    The woman nodded but did not borate further. Instead, she gestured for Aurelia to follow her into the vige. "Come, you look like you need a rest."


    As they walked through the narrow streets, Aurelia''s eyes widened, taking in the details of the vige. Small children yed in the dusty roads, theirughter a rare burst of joy in the oppressive heat. Merchants called out their wares, trying to attract buyers, while farmers tended to their small plots ofnd, their faces etched with determination and fatigue.


    The ce seemed ordinary enough, yet there was an undercurrent of tension that Aurelia couldn''t ignore.


    She froze in ce, a sudden, frantic thought crossing her mind. "Money, money, money..." she muttered, patting herself down urgently. When her hand closed around the reassuring weight of a leather pouch filled with coins, she let out a relieved sigh.


    The woman noticed her reaction and gave a small, understanding smile. "Travelers'' woes," she said knowingly.


    "Where is the inn?" Aurelia asked, her voice returning to its usualposed tone, even as she took in the sights around her.


    The woman pointed down a narrow street lined with modest, sun-baked y buildings. "Just down there, thest building on the right."


    Aurelia nodded her thanks and began to walk, her keen eyes observing every detail of the vige. She noticed the weariness in the people''s faces, the way they moved with a sort of grim determination. "What the hell did I get summoned here for?" she muttered to herself, shaking her head in frustration. "This vige seems just fine."


    Her musings were interrupted as she caught sight of a group of men gathered near a well, their conversation hushed and urgent. She slowed her pace, straining to catch snippets of their words. "Another attack... can''t hold out much longer... we need help..."


    The sense of unease she''d felt earlier grew stronger. Clearly, there was more to this vige than met the eye. She made a mental note to investigate further.


    As she continued towards the inn, she passed a small marketce bustling with activity. A vendor selling spices caught her eye, the vibrant colors of his goods standing out against the dull backdrop of the vige. The rich scents wafted towards her, a brief but wee distraction.


    "Fresh spices from the southern dunes!" the vendor called out, spotting her interest. "Best prices you''ll find anywhere!"


    Aurelia paused, considering. "Perhapster," she said, offering a polite smile before moving on. She had more pressing matters to attend to.


    Near the edge of the marketce, an elderly man struggled to carry a heavy sack of grain. Without hesitation, Aurelia stepped forward. "Let me help you with that," she offered, taking the sack from him with ease.


    The old man looked at her with surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, youngdy," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Not many are so kind these days."


    Aurelia gave a nod. "It''s nothing. Just doing what I can."


    As she walked away, she couldn''t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She nced over her shoulder, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Still, the sensation persisted, adding to her growing sense of unease.


    Just as she was about to reach the inn, amotion erupted near the vige entrance. Aurelia''s hand instinctively went to her sword as she turned to see what was happening. A group of vigers, their faces pale with fear, came running towards the center of the vige, shouting warnings.


    "Demons! There are demonsing!"


    At first, the vigers merely frowned, their expressions skeptical. But as more than twenty demons came into view, their monstrous forms twisted and grotesque, panic set in. The demons were a nightmarish sight—hulking creatures with scales like armor, eyes burning with malevolent intent, and ws that gleamed in the harsh sunlight.


    Their roars echoed through the vige, sending chills down Aurelia''s spine.


    "Fuck..."


    The guards, few in number and visibly terrified, ran to the bell to raise the rm. The ng of the bell reverberated through the vige, a desperate call for help. The remaining guards rushed to the vige entrance, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons.


    "So this time it''s demons, huh?" Aurelia muttered, drawing her sword with a swift, practiced motion. She sprinted towards the demons, her heart pounding in her chest. The guards shouted questions at her, demanding to know who she was, but she brushed them off. "I''m here to help," she snapped, not breaking her stride.


    This wasn''t the first time she had been summoned to an unknownnd, forced to fight in defense of a city or a person, each time after falling asleep. It was an endless cycle of battles and bloodshed, a curse that had haunted her for as long as she could remember. No matter how many times she died in these quests, she would always revive, forced to fight until the task wasplete.


    Sometimes it took just a few deaths, sometimes hundreds. It was an endless, grueling torment.


    As the demons approached, the fight began in earnest. Aurelia started with a burst of mes, conjured with a flick of her wrist. The magic surged forward, but only one demon fell, its body consumed by the fire. She clicked her tongue in frustration, cursing her neglected magical skills. She readied her sword, the de gleaming in the harsh light, and charged into the fray.


    Her movements were precise and lethal. She dodged the first demon''s swipe, her body twisting gracefully out of harm''s way. With a swift, upward sh, she drove her sword into its exposed belly, feeling the sickening crunch of metal against bone. She withdrew her de and spun to face the next attacker, her feet moving in a deadly dance ofbat.


    Each swing of her sword was a calcted strike, aimed to maim or kill. She felt the resistance as her de cut through flesh and bone, the hot spray of blood marking her victories.


    The fight was intense. She could feel the strain in her muscles, the burn of exertion as she fought off the relentless onught. She parried a vicious blow from a demon''s w, the force of the impact reverberating up her arm. She retaliated with a quick, slicing motion, severing the demon''s arm from its body. The creature howled in pain, its dark blood sttering the ground.


    Aurelia took a moment to catch her breath, her eyes scanning the battlefield. She had managed to kill six demons, but the fight was far from over. She cursed under her breath as she saw two of the guards fall, their bodies lifeless on the ground. Rage fueled her, and she charged towards the demons, ready to avenge the fallen.


    But before she could strike, a figure d in an assassin''s outfit appeared, moving with a fluid grace that was almost mesmerizing. The figure wielded dual curved des, spinning and slicing through the demons with lethal efficiency. In a single, breathtaking motion, the assassin beheaded two demons, their bodies copsing to the ground in a heap.


    Aurelia paused, her eyes narrowing as she watched the neer. The assassin''s skill was undeniable, each movement precise and deadly. She could see the intense focus in his eyes, the determination that matched her own. He was an ally, at least for now.


    "Who are you?" she demanded, her sword still at the ready.


    The assassin nced at her, his face partially hidden by a mask. "No time for introductions," he replied curtly, his voice steady. "We need to finish this."