Lilien's form materialized from the cool tendrils of the ever-present fog, a figure of authority and determination. Her gaze swept across the scene before her, where a pair of escaped convicts now sat subdued under the vigilant eyes of the Guardians. A sigh of relief escaped her, a silent acknowledgment that a part of the day's ordeal was over. Yet, she knew that the dice of fate still rolled, their outcome far from sealed.
News reached her through hushed whispers, like a bitter wind carrying the scent of unfinished business. Keno, the third convict, was still at large, a poisonous thorn in her side. His name sparked a blaze within her, a personal vendetta born from their past encounters and the discord he had sown among her people. Her grip tightened on the hilt of her weapon, her resolve steeling itself in the face of this new challenge.