The land of the Hybrids was not like any place Lila had seen.
It was alive—aching, humming, breathing.
Unlike the Elven forests or the mist-shrouded Deadroot woods, this place pulsed with a primal mana so pure and raw it seemed to radiate from the very bones of the earth. The trees here had translucent leaves that shimmered with every shade of green and blue. The rivers did not flow with water but with liquid aether—iridescent streams that occasionally surged into the sky before falling back as if the very world was exhaling magic.
Lila stood atop a floating ridge of jagged stone, her long cloak fluttering in the chaotic winds. Her now light blue hair, a symbol of her awakening High Seer Bloodline, gleamed like starlight beneath the three moons above.
'I wonder where all the Hybrids are?' Lila thought curiously.
But she wasn't here to explore.
She was following something.
