Scene: Wolves in the Light – A Farewell in Flame
Location: Duskwatch Adventurer's Guild Hall
Time: Mid-morning, three days after the sparring match
Tone: Divine-level humor. Chaotic reverence. An emotional send-off cloaked in absurdity.
The double doors of the Duskwatch Guild Hall creaked open.
And silence fell like judgment.
Forks paused mid-bite. Ale froze mid-pour. Even a rogue halfway into a cheat-dice toss gently lowered the cup and stared.
The Trio of Wolves had returned.
Alter, the first to enter, looked like a walking calamity cloaked in silence. His black dragon-scale waist mantle shifted as he walked, plates gleaming like a predator's grin. Across his back—Astral Requiem, resting in its sheathe like a god's verdict in sleep.
To his right: Finn, taller now, lean and sharp-eyed. Black-and-cobalt armor molded to his form, twin daggers slung low at his hips. Just behind them, mounted snugly on his waist at a rearward angle, sat two sleek black rifles, holstered like sacred weapons awaiting the next storm.
To Alter's left: Mira, armored in flowing white and red with a fire in her steps. Her white daggers gleamed at her sides, while her radiant rifles mirrored Finn's, holstered just past her hips—like divine extensions of her will, ready to roar or whisper death.
And behind them…
Blazebloom.
A divine bear.
Golden fur glowing with holy and cosmic light. Blue mana tattoos shimmered across his body like drifting ley lines. A literal halo spun above his head—orbited by multi-elemental spheres that sparkled with divine chaos.
Someone in the crowd whispered, "Don't make eye contact."
Someone else shouted, "HE'S ASCENDING AGAIN!"
"THEY'RE BACK!" a panicked adventurer shrieked from behind the bar.
"WE'RE NOT READY FOR ROUND TWO!"
"I THOUGHT THEY WENT TO SPACE—WHY ARE THEY HERE?!"
The tavern erupted.
A bard sprinted out the door screaming something about rewriting Ballad of the Forest Demolitionists. A group of knights saluted without knowing why. A cleric collapsed to her knees and began casting blessings on the floor to make it holy enough for their feet.
A drunk dwarf bowed to Blazebloom and offered him a beer.
Blazebloom accepted. He levitated it into his mouth while maintaining full eye contact with the nearest mage.
Alter quietly approached the front desk.
The receptionist blinked twice, nearly knocked over her ledger, and stammered, "Y-yes… C-Can I…?"
"I need a map," Alter said. "To the capital. We're relocating."
Dead silence.
Then, calmly—
"Also, are there any escort missions to the capital available?"
The pen in her hand combusted spontaneously.
A spoon snapped in half. Someone in the back choked on a biscuit.
Upstairs—
Archine, the Guild Master, detonated into the stairwell.
He wasn't walking. He hovered. His feet didn't even touch the wood.
His face was the expression of a man who had seen salvation and apocalypse arrive in the same carriage.
"YOU'RE LEAVING?" he gasped. "YOU'RE REALLY—TRULY—MOVING TO THE CAPITAL?!"
Alter blinked. "Yes."
"OH THANK THE GODS!" Archine's knees gave out mid-air. He floated down like a holy feather.
He collapsed on the floor and began weeping into Blazebloom's fur.
"THE WORLD IS SAFE—THE CITIES SHALL REBUILD—THE BUREAUCRACY SHALL HEAL—"
He spun toward the desk.
"GIVE THEM EVERY ESCORT MISSION! GIVE THEM TWELVE! NO, MAKE ONE UP! SEND AN ENTIRE CARAVAN WITH THEM—MAKE THEM THE CARAVAN!"
He flailed toward the rafters.
"MAY THE CAPITAL HAVE A BUNKER PREPARED—AND A THERAPIST FOR THEIR MAYOR!"
Then he bowed his head.
"To you, O walking calamities... may your destruction be elsewhere."
Alter nodded.
Blazebloom purred. One of the elemental orbs released a peaceful thunderclap that shattered a ceiling tile.
Mira leaned toward Finn, voice hushed.
"We only wanted to turn in a quest and ask for directions…"
Finn sighed. "Let the old man have his moment."
In the background, a banner unfurled from the second floor:
"THANK YOU FOR NOT DESTROYING US – SAFE JOURNEY, TRIO OF WOLVES"
Another popped up beside it:
"BLAME THE BEAR"
Scene: Council of Chaos – Wolf Pelt Crisis in the Divine Realm
Location: Divine Realm – Hall of Celestial Command
Tone: Chaotic divine comedy, military drama, cosmic dread
A grand marble chamber gleamed beneath starlit banners, its walls etched with the laws of balance and celestial warfare. Twelve thrones of varying design surrounded a radiant crystal table, each occupied by a god of war, order, or strategy.
At the head sat Solien Astridane, the Radiant Sovereign—War God of Eternal Light. Clad in silver-gold celestial armor, six divine wings folded behind his throne, he exuded authority like a sun exhaled serenity.
"We must discuss the demon frontier," Solien said calmly, gesturing toward a floating map etched in flame and starlight. "If Val'Zaruun is moving his forces—"
SLAM.
The chamber doors burst open with a divine boom.
A whirlwind of lesser gods stumbled in at once—robes tangled, hair windblown, holy halos spinning like unstable coins.
"—YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING—!"
"—MY DUNGEON—IT'S GONE—!"
"—THEY BURNED THE TIDE!—"
"—I SAW THE BEAR EVOLVE TWICE IN THE SAME HOUR—!!"
The military gods blinked.
Solien's wings twitched.
"...Sit down," he said slowly. "And speak. One. At. A. Time."
First to step forward was a soft-spoken, silver-haired goddess draped in flowing aquamarine silk. Her voice trembled like rainfall.
"I… I gave a divine water blessing recently. A trial. A dungeon."
Her hand rose to her chest.
"They... washed it away. With fire. And lightning. And holy wrath. WASHED. IT. AWAY. I… I am the Water Goddess."
She sniffled.
"They boiled my sanctum and called it… soggy training grounds."
Solien blinked once.
Next came a male god with hair like a cyclone and a voice that flanged like distant thunder.
"They entered my wind domain next. Tornado sanctum. You remember. Untouched for centuries."
He slammed his staff on the ground.
"They detonated the storm walls. Left wind-shaped craters. There's no wind left. NO WIND!"
He pointed at the air above his head.
"LOOK! I CAN'T EVEN DO A DRAMATIC BREEZE ANYMORE!"
One by one, the divine complaints flowed in.
A Lava Warden God:
"They turned my magma flow into a hot tub."
The Nature Goddess:
"They used my vines as jump ropes. Blasphemy."
The Goddess of Wisdom:
"They solved my riddle gate by blowing it up."
A minor god of elemental coordination sobbed.
"And the bear… it used to be fire-themed! But now? It's lightning… holy… nature… cosmic! It's transcending elements like trading cards!!"
Solien's hand slowly crept to his temple.
The glowing crystal war map behind him flickered.
"...Let me get this straight."
He pointed to a hovering diagram.
"A trio… in wolf pelts… one man, two teens… and a bear with an orbiting halo—have now acquired ten blessings?"
The water goddess nodded miserably.
The wind god raised a hand. "Actually… eleven. I sensed mana-based weapons now."
"Don't forget the flying rifles!" added a goddess of celestial balance in a whisper of dread.
That's when Seraphina appeared in a shimmer of cosmic starlight, her translucent form walking into the room with grace and infinite composure.
"What is going on?"
Solien turned, voice heavy.
"Your work."
Seraphina froze.
"…My what?"
Solien gestured at the gods, all of whom pointed wildly and screamed:
"YOUR ASTRAL BEARER!"
"HE'S OUT OF CONTROL!"
"HE MADE A BEAR INTO A DIVINE WEAPONIZED BEACON OF COSMIC MAYHEM!"
"AND THEY GRADUATED FROM 8TH GRADE!"
Seraphina's smile twitched. A dark line slid down her cheek. Her eye twitched once.
"I… I was happy he was alive. I truly was."
She slowly turned, dark aura rising behind her.
"But this is too much."
One of the gods stepped forward cautiously.
"W-What do we do, Radiant Sovereign?"
"They're upsetting the balance… rewriting systems… making dungeons cry."
Solien closed his eyes, long-suffering.
"...Send a messenger. A divine one."
The hall gasped.
"To warn them."
Another attendant, eyes wide, quickly bowed and teleported out.
But just as the divine hall began to regain composure—
CRASH!
The doors exploded open again.
A Time Goddess staggered in, scroll ablaze with blue fire.
"SOLIEN! The trio entered my Chrono Labyrinth! They melted the central clock tower! Time skipped three floors ahead! And the bear—he rewound himself mid-dodge!"
Solien's face paled.
"...He's altering causality now?"
The Time Goddess shook her scroll in tears.
"HE WINKED AT ME THROUGH THE TIME STREAM!"
Solien gripped the edge of the table. His celestial armor groaned with stress.
"I swear on the Sixth Flame… if that bear evolves one more time…"
Seraphina placed a hand over her face.
"We should have just let him rest…"
Scene: March of the Wild – Departure from Duskwatch
Capital Destination: Aetherreach
The City Where Heaven Watches
The sun rose over Duskwatch for the last time—for them.
Word of the Wolves' departure had already spread like wildfire over the past few days. The trio and their divine bear companion had officially announced their relocation to the capital city, Aetherreach. There had been tears. Wails. Sudden forest replanting initiatives. And frantic construction to reinforce half-destroyed buildings.
Now, this day marked the official farewell.
The streets of Duskwatch overflowed. From rooftops to balconies, from bakery signs to the edge of the walls, citizens crowded in droves for a final glimpse.
Homemade banners read:
"Goodbye, Wolves!"
"Take the Bear, Leave the Craters!"
"Aetherreach, You're Next!"
And one poorly spelled sign that just read: "BLEZBLOM 4 GOD"
Leading the caravan, Alter stood like an unmoved mountain—his pelt swaying at his waist, the gleam of mythic armor catching in the morning light. The handle of Astral Requiem sat ready on his back, sheathed diagonally with its edge always facing upward—silent, coiled precision.
Finn and Mira stood proudly beside him. They wore their enchanted armor sets, rifles and daggers mounted in a newly refined configuration—guns just behind their sides, daggers perfectly mirrored in reach. Their expressions gleamed with the pride of true strength... and the giddy excitement of teenagers about to conquer the world.
And of course…
Blazebloom levitated a foot off the ground, golden fur radiant, with glowing blue tattoos flickering like rivers of power. His halo orbited twelve elemental orbs, now spinning lazily. A gentle chime echoed with each revolution. At least three grandmothers fainted when he winked.
Alter stepped forward to the guild's caravan registry near the city gate.
"We depart today for Aetherreach. Confirm the final log. And check if any escort missions are available."
The attendant, already shaking from excitement, barely managed a nod.
Then—
"THEY'RE REALLY LEAVING!!"
Guild Master Archine exploded out the doors like a fired cannonball, cloak fluttering wildly.
He dropped to his knees, threw his arms toward the sky, and cried:
"THANK YOU, GODS! MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED! THE WORLD HAS BEEN SPARED—FOR NOW!"
Others joined him in prayer. Some fell to the ground in praise. A choir began to sing. Somewhere, a bard began composing "Ode to the Day the Wolves Departed."
"Farewell, Duskwatch," Alter said calmly.
Finn smirked. Mira waved, blew kisses, and whispered, "We'll be back someday… probably as divine trials."
Blazebloom slowly raised one paw.
A lightning bolt split the cloudless sky.
The crowd screamed in divine awe.
The caravan rolled forward, wheels crunching against the cobblestone path, guided toward the southern trade road.
Duskwatch erupted in cheers.
"WOLVES OF THE WILD!"
"PRAISE THE FLUFF!"
"MAY AETHERREACH SURVIVE!!"
One merchant sobbed from his shop stall:
"I CAN RESTOCK IN PEACE! HALLELUJAH!"
The team didn't look back.
They had long since accepted the road ahead.
They didn't need the praise. Or the rumors. Or the legend beginning to trail behind them like dust and starlight.
They were going because it was time.
Because the next chapter waited.
And the divine realms... were watching.
Scene: Omen on the Wind – A Messenger Descends
Location: Duskwatch Southern Trade Road → Verdant Spires Pass
Tone: Cinematic awe, divine tension, subtle humor
The sun dipped low as the caravan wound its way through the narrow trail of Verdant Spires Pass, where steep cliffs rose like walls of green crystal on either side.
Alter walked at the head of the convoy, his pelt rippling gently around his waist. His gaze scanned the fading horizon while Finn and Mira trailed close behind, eyes sharp, senses honed. Blazebloom floated just above the rear flank, shimmering softly beneath the golden hour light, his elemental orbs in slow orbit like a miniature solar system.
The journey had been peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Even the monsters seemed to part ways for them, as if nature itself respected—or feared—their presence.
Then it happened.
Time… paused.
The wind stopped.
The birds stilled.
Every sound vanished.
The caravan horses began to panic. The adventurers felt a pressure descend, like gravity had doubled.
Blazebloom growled, low and warning.
Thump… Thump…
From the sky, light gathered.
Not a beam, not a flash—no, this was a tear in the clouds, ripped open by a force not of this world.
And from that tear descended a radiant figure, wings of silver flame outstretched, cloaked in divine threads stitched with stars.
His eyes glowed white, unreadable, and his voice—when it came—was the hum of a hymn and a threat.
"I come bearing a decree… from the Divine Council."
Gasps erupted from the caravan. One guard collapsed in prayer. Another ran behind a bush.
Alter's expression remained steady. His hand, however, drifted near his hilt.
Finn whispered, "...We didn't do anything this time."
Mira blinked. "Wait, this time?"
The messenger stepped forward mid-air, untouched by gravity. The halo above his head crackled with celestial sigils.
"By order of the Sovereign Council, a warning is delivered… to the Trio of Wolves and their Celestial Companion."
He raised a parchment that burst into flames the moment it was exposed to air. The flames etched glowing letters into space itself.
"Cease the destabilization of divine dungeon structures."
"Do not trigger simultaneous elemental resonance again."
"Stop using bears to override sacred elemental trials."
"And for the love of the High Pantheon, stop melting domains."
Silence.
Blazebloom blinked slowly… and began spinning his halo slightly faster in defiance.
Mira raised her hand. "Umm… define 'override'—"
The messenger glared.
"This is your first and only warning."
His voice dropped, echoing with layered tones.
"Should the chaos continue… divine arbitration will be enacted."
Alter finally spoke.
His tone was calm, as if commenting on the weather.
"Understood. We'll proceed with caution."
Finn nodded solemnly, before whispering: "Totally not going to trigger elemental resonance on purpose."
Mira giggled.
Blazebloom sneezed—a bolt of lightning shot out and hit a tree.
The messenger winced.
"...I'm leaving now."
With a frustrated gesture, the divine emissary shot back into the rift. The clouds sealed shut as if stitched by cosmic thread, and sound slowly returned.
The caravan breathed.
Someone fainted.
Alter turned back toward the team.
"Let's move."
"We're behind schedule."
As they walked on, Mira whispered, "So… we are going to blow something up again, right?"
Blazebloom hummed like a cathedral bell in agreement.
Alter did not respond.
But the glint in his eye said everything.
Scene: The Wolves Ascend – Arrival at Aetherreach (Revised)
Location: Aetherreach, Capital of the Dawn Realm
Tone: Grand, reverent, with undercurrents of tension and humor
The gates of Aetherreach stood taller than any castle, their white-stone towers shimmering with faint glyphs that pulsed like breathing starlight. The golden banners of the royal family fluttered above, emblazoned with the sigil of the rising trinity sun — three celestial orbs entwined.
Today, those gates were thrown wide open.
Aetherreach had stopped moving.
Nobles, citizens, merchants, guards, adventurers — even skyborne messengers circled above on winged beasts — all turned to face the southern road. A wave of anticipation spread like thunder through the crowd.
And then…
They came.
At the forefront strode Alter, the silent tempest in human form.
His long coat of enchanted dire-wolf fur flared at his waist, mythic armor plates layered over him like dragonbone. Astral Requiem slept across his back, its sheath angled for one fluid diagonal draw. Not a sound came from his steps — only presence, heavy and divine.
At his flanks walked Finn and Mira — grown, strong, adorned in their sleek armor. Daggers and rifles shimmered at their sides. Wolf pelts draped over their shoulders. The black wolf and white wolf of legend.
And behind them floated the golden cosmic bear — Blazebloom, now an icon of its own.
His fur glowed like woven sunlight. Ethereal tattoos pulsed across his massive body in arcs of blue and violet. Twelve elemental orbs orbited his radiant halo. He blinked slowly, and holy pressure rolled across the crowd like a passing wave of heat.
Gasps and prayers erupted.
"It's them..."
"The Wolves…"
"Blessed ones... they've arrived."
They knew nothing of Veltharn. Nothing of Newvale. Nothing of the storm left behind in Duskwatch or Verdant Spires.
But divine emissaries had been seen, and celestial disturbances had shaken temples.
That was enough.
Trumpets blared. The main avenue cleared like magic.
And then came the greeting party.
The Adventurer's Guild delegation stood fully armored, led by High Guild Marshal Ariveld — his expression caught somewhere between awe, respect… and the fear of a man who'd read one too many panicked divine reports.
To their side stood a line of royal knights in blue and gold regalia. Behind them, arriving atop a white-winged chariot of magic light, came the royal family — banners raised, mages casting welcome illusions in the air.
King Thaledor IV, silver-bearded and stern.
Queen Alenya, watching with veiled concern.
And Princess Virelle, gripping her staff just a bit too tightly.
They dismounted with ceremonial grace.
The King stepped forward, placing his hands together and offering a noble bow.
"We welcome you to Aetherreach… Wolves of the South."
His tone, formal yet carefully diplomatic.
"May I ask… what brings you to our city?"
Alter nodded slightly.
"Relocation. Long-term."
A wave of restrained panic shivered through the nobles behind the king. The Princess subtly summoned a barrier spell out of pure instinct.
The King cleared his throat.
"I… see. Of course. The capital is honored to host you."
Marshal Ariveld stepped up, sweat clearly visible even under enchantments.
"Ahem, yes—yes! We're thrilled! So thrilled. Your reputation precedes you. We… uh… heard about a divine messenger appearing on the road recently. Hahaha…"
Finn gave a thumbs-up.
Mira waved sweetly at the nobles, accidentally flashing her lightning-charged rifle and making three of them flinch.
"Just to clarify," the Queen said gently, "we hope… there will be no, er, divine-level disruptions… during your stay?"
Alter offered a calm nod.
"We were warned. By a divine messenger."
There was a collective sigh of divine relief.
"We will behave," he added.
Then glanced sideways.
Internally: No promises.
Blazebloom chose that moment to sneeze again.
A small arc of divine lightning struck a noble's hat, setting it ablaze in slow-motion.
Everyone froze.
Mira quickly patted it out while grinning sheepishly.
The King straightened.
"We have arranged suites for you within the Celestial Quarter. Your official registration as S-class adventurers—and divine contributors—will be handled immediately."
Alter inclined his head.
"Understood."
And then they passed — through arches bathed in light, beneath a hundred watchful eyes.
The Wolves had entered the heart of the realm.
The capital held its breath.
And somewhere far above, in the divine realm, several gods screamed into their scrolls.
Scene: First Blood, First Dive – The Wolves Meet the Pack
Location: Aetherreach Adventurer's Guild Hall
Tone: Rising anticipation, intrigue, subtle tension, and the beginning of a new chapter
The doors to the Aetherreach Adventurer's Guild opened with a quiet creak.
For a place built to house legends, the hall was more grand than gaudy—arched ceilings inlaid with starlit glass, sigils of past S-rankers etched into polished obsidian slabs along the main corridor. Magical braziers flickered with calm blue flame. Muffled chatter filled the air like rain against stone.
And then—
Silence.
The moment Alter stepped in, followed by Finn, Mira, and the ever-luminescent cosmic bear Blazebloom, the entire guild hall turned.
Tankards paused mid-air. Dice froze mid-roll. Even the teleportation portal shimmered like it forgot how to function.
"Those are the Wolves of Duskwatch...!"
"The ones with divine blessings…"
"And is that… a bear with orbiting planets?"
Someone fainted in the back. Another dropped a clipboard and saluted by instinct.
Alter, calm and unreadable, walked up to the front counter, trailing the clinking of sheathed daggers, rifles, and a mythic blade that hummed silence.
The receptionist looked like she'd just remembered all the sins of her past lives.
"U-uh… W-welcome, Lord… Sir… Wolves…?"
Alter raised a hand lightly.
"Just adventurers. We've toured the city. Now we're ready to work."
Finn and Mira gave small nods, their expressions professional… mostly. Mira's eyes sparkled with mischief, while Finn tried too hard to look cool and stoic, nearly tripping on the step before catching himself in a casual half-spin he pretended was intentional.
Blazebloom's halo shifted colors.
"We're here to register for dungeon requests," Alter added.
Before the receptionist could form words, a voice called from behind them.
"Heeeey, Wolves!"
A group of five adventurers approached—rangers clad in forest-hued gear, light armor trimmed with wind charms and beast-tooth tokens. Their leader, a lithe woman with windswept chestnut hair and a confident smirk, stepped forward with a hand raised.
"Name's Saren. A-rank team: Galehounds. We heard the rumors. But instead of cowering in a temple... we figured we'd see if the legends could actually fight."
Her tone was playful, not mocking.
"We're heading into a C-rank jungle dungeon just outside the city. It's no divine trial, but it's dense, tricky, and crawling with monsters that smell fear."
"Wanna come along? One warm-up before you start collapsing mountains?"
A low hum of whispers spread around the guild like fire catching dry parchment.
Alter studied her. Calmly. No pulse shift.
Finn glanced at Mira.
Mira whispered, "Are we being... tested?"
Blazebloom blinked.
Ding.Orb color shifted to green.
Alter nodded.
"One dungeon sounds acceptable."
"But," he added, turning to Saren, "You lead. We'll follow."
Saren raised an eyebrow. "Not worried we'll drag you down?"
"Not worried," Alter replied. "Just curious."
The guild hall erupted.
Cheers. Bets. Chants. Someone summoned a magical camera to capture the party's departure. The Galehounds stood proudly, clearly thrilled but also slightly terrified.
As the team turned toward the mission board, Mira leaned in close to Finn.
"Think they know they just invited a cosmic bear into a jungle dungeon?"
Finn smirked.
"Guess they're about to find out."
Scene: Into the Wilds – Walk Before the Hunt
Location: Southern Road from Aetherreach to the Emerald Deep
Tone: Light camaraderie, subtle tension, building curiosity, and humor woven with character dynamics
The road south of Aetherreach curved like a silver ribbon through golden fields and low emerald ridges. Towering trees crept into view, thickening into what locals called the Emerald Deep—a labyrinthine jungle rumored to shift its paths after sunset.
The two parties traveled side by side.
At the head strode Saren, the confident ranger leader of the Galehounds, bow slung casually over her shoulder, a dagger at her hip. She kept throwing side glances at Alter, as if still trying to decipher if he blinked more than once an hour.
Her team followed:
—Tarn, a broad-shouldered archer with a jawline made of gravel and no detectable sense of humor.
—Nyra, a druid with flower tattoos and a permanent squint of suspicion.
—Kael, a wind-scout who moved like he forgot gravity existed.
—And Pip, the smallest and youngest, walking backwards to sneak glances at Blazebloom with awe and rising existential panic.
"So," Saren said as they passed the treeline, "mind if I ask something?"
Alter nodded once, not looking at her.
"What are you guys? Because that bear is glowing like the High Temple's altar."
Blazebloom let out a soft puff of gold-tinted steam from his nostrils.
Finn answered, cool as ever. "We're a team. Just trained hard."
"Hard?" Nyra muttered. "You vaporized half a training arena, according to the guild. And there was a rumor about a divine messenger showing up."
Mira shrugged cheerfully. "He said hi, we said bye. Standard stuff."
Kael tripped on a root.
Pip stopped mid-step. "Is it true… your bear used to sneeze lightning?"
Blazebloom sneezed.
A distant tree exploded.
"Okay that's it I'm staying behind him," Pip muttered.
They crossed a narrow wooden bridge above a slow-moving stream, its surface reflecting the growing density of the jungle ahead.
The trees towered now, vines dangling like grasping hands, mist curling at their base.
Saren glanced around.
"The Emerald Deep is a C-rank on paper, but it's smart. Adaptive predators. Monster flora. The deeper we go, the more the paths shift. Time gets… weird."
Alter finally spoke.
"Good terrain for a test."
Saren blinked. "A test?"
"For you," Alter added.
Finn stifled a chuckle.
A beat passed.
Then Mira grinned. "Don't worry. If it gets too dangerous, I'll scream loud enough for the gods."
"The gods already screamed," Pip whispered.
They stopped at a mossy outcrop just before the outer barrier of the dungeon. Arcane glyphs shimmered in the air — a natural ward marking the threshold.
Saren turned serious.
"Alright. Two-party split. We'll take the left flanks and do recon in advance. If we hit something nasty, we flare. You back us up."
She paused, hesitant.
"Unless you want to lead…"
Alter shook his head once. "This is your hunt. We're just shadowing."
Blazebloom stretched.
Glowing paw thud.
A bird fell from the trees out of fear.
As the two parties adjusted gear, did last-minute checks, and shared a few dry rations, the Galehounds grew more respectful—and more uncertain.
Not of the Wolves' strength.
But of the calm they carried.
Like they weren't walking into a dungeon.
But... waiting to see if the dungeon could walk out alive.