Tensura:Rebirth of the Memoryless Sovereign

A child in beast glades

Inside the luxurious carriage returning from a successful diplomatic mission from the elven kingdom of Silvandor, Duke Adrian Dunhaven  and Lady Elara found themselves in the comfort of padded seats and silk-lined walls. The rhythmic clatter of hooves on the road provided a soothing backdrop to their journey.

Adrian, a proud native of Valerianth with a strong connection to his homeland, wore the demeanor of a seasoned diplomat. Beside him, Elara, equally devoted to her country, exuded grace and elegance.

They sat across from each other, their gazes locking in an unspoken connection, as they often did during their travels. This journey, however, held an air of expectancy, and they knew it was not just the success of their diplomatic mission that drew them together.

The soft rustling of Elara's skirts broke the silence as she leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "Adrian, there's something I've been meaning to discuss with you."

Adrian, always the attentive listener, leaned in, his eyes fixed on Elara. "What is it, my love? You know you can speak your mind to me."

Elara hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "I can't help but feel that this journey holds more significance than what meets the eye. There's a presence, a feeling, something... extraordinary."

Adrian nodded, his expression grave. "I've had the same sense, Elara. There's an undercurrent in the air, an unseen force at play. I'm not sure what it means, but I can't dismiss it either."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of approaching hooves. Adrian and Elara exchanged quick, knowing glances. The ambiance shifted from one of thoughtful reflection to heightened alertness.

The carriage suddenly lurched as it came to an abrupt halt. Outside, the hushed whispers of a sinister presence grew louder. Bandits and assassins had ambushed their convoy.

As the carriage came to a jolting halt, the captain of their guards, a seasoned warrior, immediately barked, "Bandits!" His warning was punctuated by the clash of steel and the unmistakable sounds of conflict.

However, Duke Adrian Dunhaven, a man who had faced danger on countless occasions, sensed that this was no ordinary bandit attack. The air crackled with tension, and his instincts told him that something far more ominous was afoot. He knew it the moment he felt the presence of not one, but more than four S-rank individuals, individuals who were of his own elite class.

His gaze met Elara's, and with unspoken understanding, they rose to their feet, determination etched on their faces. Swords drawn, they stepped out of the carriage, ready to confront the threat head-on.

As they emerged into the moonlit night, their suspicions were confirmed. Standing before them were four formidable assassins, each radiating an aura of power that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared to face them.

As Duke Adrian Dunhaven engaged the four formidable assassins in a desperate fight, his S-class abilities were put to the ultimate test. Elara, equally skilled and resolute, fought beside him, their blades dancing in unison. The night air echoed with the clashing of steel, but their adversaries were relentless.

Amidst the chaos of combat, Adrian's heart sank as he realized that all their guards had fallen. His well-trained protectors, loyal and skilled, had valiantly fought to the death, trying to shield their liege.

Adrian knew that they couldn't prevail against the relentless assault of these S-rank assassins. With each passing moment, the odds of survival grew slimmer.

In a daring and desperate move, Adrian reached for Elara, his voice laced with urgency, and invoked his power, "Transportation!"

The world blurred, and in the blink of an eye, they were wrenched away from the dire confrontation. However, the teleportation was not as precise as he had intended. Something had gone awry. They found themselves in a place of eerie serenity, surrounded by towering trees and the haunting calls of unseen creatures.