As they stepped out from the edge of the Vanshara jungle, a sudden shift in temperature hit them. The cold, misty air had transformed into burning dryness. The wind carried the scent of burnt iron, as if it had been holding anger for ages. Feran took a deep sniff and growled immediately.
"This zone… is different," he said, "It’s not just watching, it’s judging."
Aarya placed his hand over the Granthnishaan. "Firehowl Fortress… the name alone suggests this isn’t just a beast fight—it’s an inner struggle too."
Rudrak spoke calmly, "There used to be a Rakshak fortress here. But when a betrayal happened… this entire zone has been burning with that memory ever since."
Riya remained silent. In her eyes was a shade unknown—not from the jungle, but from within herself. She gripped her pendant
