The Dance of Fire and Steel

The night exploded with fire and chaos.

As the scouts fled toward camp, the responders charged forward, their tigers thundering across the terrain, kicking up dirt and leaves. Their mission was clear—drive these monsters back, kill what they could, and give their people a chance to survive.

Luke gritted his teeth, gripping the reins tightly as his tiger leapt over a fallen log. The beast beneath him was powerful, its muscles rippling as it surged forward with deadly precision. Despite the chaos around him, Luke remained in control. He had spent enough time working in the barns and barracks, tending to these creatures, learning their mannerisms, their movements. And now, it was paying off.

His hands burned bright with fire.