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 strained but enduring through Tira’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, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed 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

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 strained but enduring through Tira’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, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed 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

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 strained but enduring through Jason’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, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed 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

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 faltering rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through Renn’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, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, though dimmed by exhaustion, 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, yet shadowed by fatigue.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn; Yara’s eyes, urgin

The ravine camp stood as a fragile bastion, its tents frayed to threads and consoles cloaked in ash under a sky heavy with gray. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps a faltering rhythm, a pact strained but enduring through 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, now tormented by whispers—you are the haze. The haze slept, its echoes bound, but the air thrummed with a restless pulse that screamed of danger. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes blazing with Lira’s fire, though dimmed by exhaustion, hunger, and desperation, 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, yet shadowed by hopelessness.Jason’s memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope