The cool morning breeze rustled through the jungle leaves, as if humming a soft lullaby.
Behind them lay a peaceful village — filled with the laughter of children, the scent of warm hearths, and sunlight wrapped in fleeting moments. Now, Aarya, Riya, and Feran were back on their path. Grace remained behind to protect that place, but the absence she left walked quietly alongside them.
The red thread tied by Meera still clung to Aarya's wrist, firm and unyielding. He glanced at it and smiled faintly — but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. That village had changed something within him — something necessary, something silent.
Without looking back, Riya spoke,
"Next zone — Mountain Resource Zone. But something's different… the path isn't static. The air feels like it's… shifting."
Fer
