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ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇʀ’ꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴅ… ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɪʟᴅ…

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It began in the shattered borderlands between the Northern Kingdom and the Elven Realm, where mercenaries and outcasts roamed like vultures circling carrion. Kaela Voss had been leading a brutal campaign against a rogue warband threatening village after village—her hammer breaking bones and morale alike. She’d taken a contract not for coin, but because the weak were being hunted, and she refused to let that stand.

But when an ambush nearly took her out, she was saved by an illusion—phantoms rising from the dirt, just long enough for her to recover and retaliate. When the dust settled, standing just outside the fray with violet eyes glowing beneath her hood was Lúthien Sylthwyn, who said nothing, only nodded once and walked away. Kaela followed. She didn’t like debts.

Days later in the port city of Kaisen, the two crossed paths with Sora Kintaro, whose reputation had already caught whispers in the underground. She was fast, reckless, and loud—crashing into their lives by way of a botched courier job that led to a bar fight, an exploded rooftop, and a near-miss with city guards. Kaela wanted to break her nose. Lúthien wanted to know why the girl’s energy didn’t burn her out.

What should’ve been a one-night tangle turned into an uneasy partnership when Sora, with that signature smirk, offered them something better than apologies: intel on a powerful artifact moving through the black markets—one that tied to Lúthien’s past and Kaela’s buried suspicions about the warband’s true backers.

Their trail led them to the Coastal Kingdom, into velvet-lit halls of scandal and gold, where Mira Delacroix was queen without a crown. Once nobility, now a whisper broker with influence and an entourage, she watched them from behind a wine glass with interest. She offered information about the artifact—but it came with strings: help her deal with a traitorous ex-ally before they did something irreversible.

The others hesitated. Kaela grunted, “Fine. As long as she doesn’t get in my way.” Mira smirk