The morning sun rose over the Crimson Wastes, casting long shadows across the jagged terrain. The air was cooler than the day before, the lingering chill of the desert night still clinging to the ground. Lyra adjusted the straps on her pack and tightened her grip on her greatsword as she led the group across the uneven landscape.
Behind her, Victor walked with measured steps, his staff resting against his shoulder. Nakia glided beside him, her crimson eyes scanning the horizon for threats. Violet and Ember followed closely, the fox bond's fiery tail flicking with alertness. Sylvia, ever confident, prowled alongside Lyra, her green eyes gleaming with anticipation.
