A Future Forged in Blood and Fire

The wind carried the scent of damp earth and distant rain as Argolaith, Kaelred, and Malakar continued their long trek through the untamed wilderness.

The battle from the previous night still lingered in their minds, their bodies aching from the clash. But pain was temporary—the journey forward was what mattered.

As they walked, the terrain slowly began to shift.

The dense forests gave way to rolling hills, and the first signs of civilization could be seen—broken cobblestone paths, remnants of old roads lost to time.

Kaelred ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Finally. I was starting to think we'd never see signs of people again."

Malakar chuckled. "You mortals are always so eager to return to your kind."

Argolaith smirked. "We like warm food and real beds. You wouldn't understand."

Malakar tilted his head. "Oh, I understand. I just don't care."