The Ghost in the Centaur​ ⁽¹⁰⁰⁾

The salt-stained shore and the fisherman's fire were memories now, swallowed by the vast, inland silence of the northern Barrens. Kaelen traveled for days, the landscape shifting subtly from coastal scrub to the familiar, golden plains. His path was deliberate, aimed toward a landmark that…

The cacophony of Ratchet faded into the rhythmic, hypnotic crash of waves on a long, windswept beach. Kaelen walked north along the coastline, the golden plains of the Barrens to his left, the endless, grey expanse of the Great Sea to his right. This was…

The vast, sun-baked expanse of the Barrens began to yield to a new influence. The dry, dusty air acquired a sharp, clean tang of salt. The golden grasses thinned, replaced by hardy, wind-twisted shrubs clinging to rocky, coastal soil. The horizon to the east was…

The serene, twilight air of the Moonglade thinned, replaced by the familiar, dust-laden warmth of the central Barrens. The gentle whisper of leaves gave way to the dry rustle of golden grass and the distant, rhythmic thud of a kodo's tread. Kaelen descended from the…

The piercing cold of Winterspring's peaks began to soften, the iron-grey sky yielding to a softer, twilight hue. The deep, crunching snow gave way to a fragrant carpet of pine needles, and the biting wind faded to a gentle whisper that carried the scent of…