A small speck of gratification had been given from the Gods, on this hallowed day. It seemed as if Winter had been long gone, or at least she decided to be generous today. Not a single hint of snow had revealed itself to the baby blue horizon; only ashen cumulonimbus cloudscape encompassed the majority of the calm atmosphere. The appearance of such a form had not yet produced any type of hydrogen oxide, nor did the clouds carry a charge. Light hints of drizzle carried into effect, foreshadowing the location of catalyst. The ground was paved in tangerine cobblestone, which glowed magnificently from the energy stored within the clay. Strange it was, to see such a sight, but to certain individuals it was nothing spectacular. The aformentioned was a petite five foot five femme cloaked in a loosely flowing pitch ensemble; corset, skirt, stockings, and cape. Each of these featured crimson accents, similar to matching oculi which glowed like that of a daemon. For armour, the girl only wore a silver bracer upon left wrist. High-carbon steel plated boots thrice leathered trekked across the terrain in silence. Dominant right hand gripped the structure of a one foot long cylindrical tsuka, Wrapped in dark leather with silver studs replacing the typical diamond pattern of the katana's handle. The two foot long titanium alloy blade was still sound asleep in the confines of a blood red white oak saya, capped at its end with the head of a wolf. "Light my path, Fenrir." With brisk words came a gentle roar. Eyes of azure glowed into forestry in mere seconds. "Nothing yet, that I sense." A small sigh surpassed light pink lips. Sight shifted left, followed by right, awaiting any form of creature. The situation was rather odd, for a barren forest in this land was thought of as a bad omen. Such an omen could inspire doom to manifest.. "Not a single attack? How peculiar.." Nondominant hand rose to press a single slender index finger to the bridge of nose, touching a small scar that formed an X. "Lumen in vitrum, ducere me. Da mihi verum in hac fallacia." Irides of magenta took to form a crecsent shape, revealing polished canines from a coy grin. A hallowed golden glow that one lined the ground fell to a pitch shade, almost like blood. "I knew this was too good to be true." From this phrase, a terrifying shriek echoed forth from the canopy of the trees. Leathery ash wings flapped rapidly toward the woman's position. Its round body layered in a thin skin a bright yellow, with the center being a single black eye that stared into the soul of the victim it wished to devour; the creature's nickname given was Evil Eye, since the true genus was unknown. "Schree!" A valiant swoop brought a pack of five toward the lone Warrior of Light, awaiting a movement to strike. "About time I get a challenge.~" The beauty snickered, drawing her left leg back to pass her right. Either knee bent inward to perform a lean. Right hand drew the sword back to left hip, locking the sheathe into a small metal loop while unlocking the mechanism to release the blade a mere inch. "Come, vile wretches. I will smite you all without a scratch."