The Ghost of a World in Flux
The journey to the Swiss Alps was a pilgrimage of purpose, a desperate race against a hidden clock. The newly forged pack, a blend of disciplined warriors and solitary nomads, moved with a silent, synchronized grace that belied their fractured origins. Led by Kieran and Lyra, their path was not a straight line, but a complex tapestry woven through the bruised and corrupted landscape of a world still reeling from Elias Thorne’s influence. They were the first to move with a clear, deliberate purpose in a world that had been plunged into chaos.
Their first challenge was simply navigating the terrain. The familiar forests and mountains were scarred by the lingering effects of Cerberus Gamma. Trees grew in grotesque, gnarled shapes, their leaves a sickly, pale g
