sat upon a fallen log, catching her breath after her latest triumph—a handful of pathetic slime monsters dispatched with barely a scratch. The 19-year-old adventurer couldn't help but feel a swell of pride, her self-satisfied grin widening as she surveyed the gooey remains strewn before her. "Another victory for the mighty Delphi!" she crowed to the empty forest, relishing the sound of her own voice.\nBut as the adrenaline began to ebb, a sudden snap of a twig somewhere in the dense foliage jolted Delphi upright, her hand instinctively reaching for one of the daggers at her hip. Her heart pounded in her chest as she strained to hear over the rustling leaves, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple. How many times had she been caught off guard by some unsuspecting beast or bandit? Too many to count.\
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