Leon and Iris remained hidden behind a jagged outcrop of rock, their hearts hammering against their ribs. The scene before them was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The three figures on the ridge—the colossal bear, the antlered night elf, and the rune-etched dwarf—stood like ancient pillars…

The air grew thin and sharp as a knife's edge as they climbed. The ancient pines gave way to stunted, wind-twisted shrubs, and then to vast, exposed slopes of scree and bare rock. The sky was a deep, cloudless blue that seemed to stretch into…

The grove felt different after Ahanu's departure. The air was still, charged with a new significance. Leon and Iris sat with their backs against the ancient pine, the smooth, warm stones resting in their palms. The frantic energy of their escape had faded, replaced by…

Leon and Iris lay panting behind the ridge, the adrenaline crash leaving them trembling. The sounds from the canyon had shifted—the shrieks of the satyrs were now mixed with deep, guttural roars and the crackle of powerful magic. The battle was far from over, but…

The silence in the canyon was absolute, broken only by the faint, skittering sound of the satyrs' hooves on the stone. They moved with an unnatural, fluid grace, their forms shimmering as if seen through heat haze. Their eyes, glowing with a sickly green light,…