The scent of damp earth and ancient trees filled Soheila’s nostrils, a stark contrast to the sterile air of 28th-century Earth. Her heart pounded, not from fear, but from the raw thrill of the chase. A monstrous spirit beast, ten times the size of a lion, crashed through the undergrowth behind her, its roars shaking the very leaves on the trees.

Her exquisite face, marred by a streak of dried blood, remained impassive. Golden eyes, like pools of liquid starlight, gleamed with an almost terrifying calmness. This was Svetlana, a world where strength was currency, and Soheila, a transmigrated assassin and genius doctor, had only been here a month. She had already learned its first, brutal lesson: adapt or die.

She skidded to a halt, raising her bow with practiced ease, an idea already forming in her mind. The creature snarled, closing in for the kill. With a flick of her wrist, an arrow zipped past the beast, embedding itself in a tree. As the creature momentarily froze, bewildered, Soheila unleashed a volley of ten more, impossibly fast. Then, two final arrows, faster than thought, found their mark, piercing the beast's eyes. A guttural shriek echoed through the forest as the creature roared in pain.