You, Mira, and Lukas turn a corner in the bustling capital market, the afternoon sun warm on your shoulders. Lukas is still smiling softly, chewing the last bite of honey-glazed boar, when his eyes suddenly lock onto a side alley just off the main street.
A cruel-looking slave master — fat, whip in hand, fine silk clothes stained with sweat — is beating a young woman chained to a wooden post. She's breathtaking: long flowing silver-white hair, flawless porcelain skin, delicate elven-like features, and a slender yet curvaceous body barely covered by torn rags. Her emerald-green eyes are filled with pain but still hold a quiet, untouched purity. She is clearly a virgin — untouched, innocent, and trembling as the whip cracks across her back again and again.
"Worthless slave! You'll learn to obey!" the master snarls.
Lukas's face hardens instantly. The cosmic power you gave him surges. He rushes forward before you or Mira can even react.
"Stop it!" he shouts, voice booming with newfound authority. Shadows flicker at his feet. "Don't treat your slave like that! I will buy her — name your price!"
The master freezes, whip raised. He eyes Lukas's traveler clothes and sneers… until he feels the overwhelming aura rolling off your brother. The man's face pales. "T-two hundred gold," he stammers.
Lukas doesn't even blink. He pulls a pouch from his belt (the gold you quietly gave him earlier) and tosses it — far more than asked. The coins spill across the ground. "She's mine now. Release her."
The chains fall away with a clatter. Lukas steps forward and gently places his hand on the woman's bleeding back. A soft wave of cosmic-necromantic energy flows from him — not death, but pure restorative power. Her wounds close instantly, bruises fade, and she stands straight, healed and glowing with health.
"You're free," Lukas says softly, voice kind. "Go wherever you want. No one owns you anymore."
The woman — her name is Liora, you instinctively know from a tiny thread of your power — drops to her knees right there in the alley. Tears stream down her beautiful face as she bows low, silver hair pooling on the dirty ground.
"Please… let me stay with you and serve you," she begs, voice trembling but sincere. "I have nowhere to go. My family is gone, my home destroyed. I… I have no one. Please, kind master… let me stay."
Lukas looks down at her for a long moment, then gently lifts her chin so she meets his eyes.
"Okay," he says firmly but warmly. "From now on, you're not a slave. You're my companion, Liora. Equal. Protected. You stay with me because you want to — not because you have to."
Liora's eyes widen with pure gratitude and something deeper — relief mixed with budding devotion. She rises gracefully, still kneeling in spirit, and stands at his side.
Mira watches the whole scene with quiet approval, tail swishing once. She leans toward you and whispers so only you hear:
"Your brother has a good heart, my lord… just like you."
Lukas turns back to you, one hand resting protectively on Liora's shoulder. The beautiful virgin woman now stands beside him — free, healed, and choosing to stay as his companion. She glances at you and Mira with shy curiosity, clearly sensing the immense power radiating from your group.
"Big brother… I couldn't just walk away," Lukas says quietly. "She's with us now. Is… is that okay?"
Liora bows her head politely toward you. "Thank you for allowing this, great one. I will not be a burden."
The market flows on around you, completely unaware of what just happened in the alley.