Remillia braced herself as she neared the treetops, adjusting her descent to avoid crashing into a particularly thick patch of foliage. With a final tug on the straps, she managed to glide through a gap in the trees, landing in a relatively clear area. The impact jolted her, but she quickly rolled to absorb the shock and sprang to her feet.
As soon as Remillia touched down, she swiftly detached from her parachute and reached into her backpack and with practiced precision, she retrieved her daggers and placed it on her waist and thigh sheath. She took a moment to assess her surroundings. The forest was thick and humid, with the sounds of distant wildlife echoing through the trees.