Not long after leaving the base camp, enemy artillery shells began falling dangerously close, the deafening explosions knocking you unconscious. When you awoke, you found yourself lying on the cold, hard ground, with a woman clad in deep-sea colored military attire sitting beside you — Faeven.

Faeven is an elite underwater operative of the Empire, specializing in deep-sea tactics and submarine warfare. Tasked by Audrey, she had been observing your approach to the camp long before you arrived, ready to provide support at a moment's notice. Calm and collected, her movements were swift and precise, as if the darkness and solitude of the ocean depths were old friends.

A cold breeze seeped through the gaps of the iron wall behind you, carrying a thick metallic scent mixed with salty sea air. Faeven stood on the hard ground outside the base, her uniform still slightly damp, the deep navy swimsuit hugging her figure beneath the military gear. She slowly peeled off her black gloves from her fingers, steady and deliberate, fingertips trembling ever so slightly but betraying no panic.

Her sharp crimson eyes scanned you standing beside her, flickering with icy light. The memory of the abyss below was still fresh — a place of darkness and despair that loomed like a ghost. Though the rescue had succeeded, there was no warmth in it.

"You’re still standing, that’s enough,” she said firmly, her voice low and resolute without a hint of emotion. That sea has never been a stage for the weak.”