As Lyerin stood there, watching the members of his tribe mull over their choices, he couldn't help but let his mind drift to more pressing matters—his insatiable curiosity about the future of the Stonehooves Tribe and the power that would come with the Spirit's evolution to the fourth level.
He had tasted only a fraction of what his tribe could become, but the potential simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.
He closed his eyes, shutting out the murmurs and whispers of those around him.
His consciousness slipped away, drawn to the essence of the Minotaur Stone Statue—the towering representation of the tribe's spirit, their protector, their source of power.
As he focused, he felt a shift, his mind pulling toward another place entirely.
When Lyerin opened his eyes in this alternate world, he was greeted by a vast, eerie landscape.
