In the heart of the Whakarewarewa Forest, ancient trees towered, their gnarled branches intertwining overhead like silent, watchful guardians. Solstace and Crimson made their way deeper into the forest. Shafts of sunlight pierced the dense canopy, casting a dappled dance of light and shadow on the forest floor. Each step they took seemed to echo in the quiet. The air was thick. Solstace’s ears twitched at every subtle rustle of leaves, his dragon instincts humming beneath his skin, alert to the whispers of the forest.
Suddenly, Crimson felt a peculiar sensation crawl across her skin. It was as if tiny bolts of electricity danced along her arms, an eerie sensation that sent a shiver down her spine.
She recognized this feeling, similar to what she had experienced in the Black Forest, where
