The trail curved through the thick woodlands of Southwood Sector, where golden-green leaves whispered overhead and vines clung like veins to bark long forgotten. A quiet mist rolled across the mossy stones beneath their feet, the only noise being boots crunching gravel and a faint rhythmic rattle from the emissary's supply cart.
Khael Corzedar walked at the front focused, calm, eyes scanning the trees.
Beside him, Juno Arkai moved silently. No flair, no flashy steps just precise posture and the subtle tension of someone trained in pure martial control.
Trailing slightly behind was Ceyla Nox, arms crossed, storm affinity simmering faintly around her shoulders. She didn't speak unless necessary—but every now and then, her eyes flicked sideways, glancing toward the fourth figure among them.
Noah Matsuda, the Bloom Clan emissary.
And a certified coward.
