Peace had settled over Ravenspire, but Lukas, the ultimate hybrid, felt a subtle unease. From the cliffs and distant valleys, faint pulses of fissure energy rippled across the horizon—unlike anything he had felt before. They were erratic, wild, but undeniably powerful.
Kaerin noticed his tension as she approached. “What is it, hybrid?”
Lukas’s silver-violet eyes narrowed. “There’s something beyond Ravenspire… something awakening. It’s faint, but it carries energy similar to the Fissure King… yet different. I’ve never sensed this before.”
Rovan, older but still vigilant, muttered, “The fissure is ancient. It has cycles… perhaps this is one beginning again. We cannot ignore it.”
Aric flicked his starfire across the cliffs. “Then we must prepare the pack. The next generation will face wha
