The Secret Behind The Mysterious Meteorite

The group continued their trek back to the stronghold, the dawn's first light casting long shadows across the battered landscape. The remnants of the storm lingered in the air, a cold, damp chill that seeped into their bones and reminded them of the ordeal they had just survived. But as the clouds dispersed, revealing a sky slowly brightening with the promise of a new day, the Hybrids found themselves more focused on the questions left unanswered than on the relief of having survived the night.

Kazuichi walked in silence, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't quite pin down. The storm had been no ordinary trial—it had been an experiment, a controlled display of power that left him uneasy. The Hybrid Mountain Stronghold had always been shrouded in mystery, but now it felt as though the very ground beneath them was shifting, revealing cracks in the foundation that no one had dared to look at before.