The tall grass danced to the melody of nature as a brisk wind swept across the Sacaen plains. A lone figure stood beneath the endless cerulean sky, her long green hair whipping in the breeze. Lyn was the Lorca tribe's last survivor and warrior in her own right. The setting sun cast long shadows across the landscape, painting the plains in gold and amber hues. It was a peaceful scene, belying the harsh realities of life in Sacae. Lyn scanned the horizon with her sharp green eyes, her hand inst...