The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact tempered by the fugitive’s defeat. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air hummed faintly, a restless pulse that whispered of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s redemption.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is your reflection. Their new concord—Mara’s grit, Gav’s grief, Eryn’s spark, Tira’s red

The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact enduring through the strangers’ defeat. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air hummed faintly, a restless pulse that whispered of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s and Renn’s redemption.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is your reflection. Their new concord—Mara’s grit, Gav’s grief, Eryn’s s

The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact mended by Lirae’s redemption. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air hummed faintly, a restless pulse that whispered of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, and Lirae’s redemption.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is your reflection. Their new concord—Mara’s grit, Gav’s grief, Eryn’s s

The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact steadfast through the fugitive’s defeat. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air hummed faintly, a restless pulse that whispered of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, and Lirae’s redemption.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is your reflection. Their new concord—Mara’s grit, Gav’s grie

The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a quiet rhythm, a pact enduring through the weavers’ defeat. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he no longer was, his mind a shadow drained by the enclave’s cage. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air hummed faintly, a restless pulse that whispered of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav followed, his spear steady, his eyes carrying Kalia’s loss, softened by Tira’s, Renn’s, Lirae’s, and Soren’s redemption. Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is your reflection. Their new concord—Mara’s grit, Gav’