After the encounter in the forest, Alex returned to a world in flux. In an ancient courtyard draped in ivy and lit by flickering torches, a gathering of supernatural beings had convened. Here, old grudges simmered and new alliances were tentatively formed. The atmosphere was electric with tension and possibility.
Alex observed as figures from different factions—some offering friendship, others shrouded in hostility—debated the future of the hidden realm. In this crucible of conflict, he found himself emerging as a herald, a bridge between warring sides. His presence, marked by a newfound power and determination, signaled that the era of passive acceptance was over. The courtyard became a microcosm of the larger struggle, where every whispered word and furtive glance carried the weight of centuries.