Leela stepped backward, deeper into the heart of the forest, feeling cornered as her sharp gaze dissected every inch of her enemy.

With silent precision, she drew her dagger just as they lunged at her.

In mere seconds, they surrounded her—but they dropped one by one, bleeding, as her blade danced with lethal grace.

Leela leapt into the trees, aiming for the canopy, fleeing with the speed of instinct. She moved like the wind, desperate to find a way out. But all she saw were endless trees. Her communicator was gone. No coordinates.

Only memory.

Two hooded figures emerged from nowhere, attacking with brutal force.

One swung a dagger at...