The Ghost in the Centaur​ ⁽¹⁰⁰⁾

The Barrens stretched before him, an ocean of whispering grass under the cold, indifferent gaze of the stars. Kaelen walked, not with the frantic energy of flight, nor the weary tread of exile, but with the steady, purposeful rhythm of a pilgrim on a sacred…

The salt-stained coast gave way to the familiar, sun-baked expanse of the Barrens. The air, thick with the scent of dust and dry grass, was a stark contrast to the sea's breath. Kaelen walked with a steady, deliberate pace, no longer a ghost haunting the…

The echoing silence of the canyon gave way to the familiar, rhythmic crash of waves. Kaelen emerged from the Thousand Needles onto a coastline he had traveled before, but the journey had changed him. The salt-stained air felt different in his lungs; the cries of…

The titan ruins faded into the shimmering heat haze behind him. Kaelen followed a narrow, winding path that descended into the very heart of the Thousand Needles, a deep, shadowy canyon carved by a long-vanished river. The air grew cooler, the roar of the wind…

The lush embrace of Feralas faded behind him, the air growing drier, the vegetation thinning into a landscape of rugged, sun-baked canyons and windswept mesas. He had crossed into the Thousand Needles, but this was a different part of the region, far from the grimtotem…