The sun had barely risen when Draven and Sylara—known to the world as Dravis and Sylvanna of the Shadowbound—arrived at the gates of the mountain town. The air was crisp, the kind that bit into your skin and settled in your bones, but there was something else, something that made the cold feel unnatural. Draven's sharp eyes immediately scanned the surroundings. His mind worked faster than his breath, analyzing every detail with precision. Sylara, her usual smirk in place, strolled beside him with a casual gait, but her fingers rested lightly on the hilt of her dagger, always ready.