The sun had barely risen, but the wasteland already felt oppressive. The canyon walls loomed like silent sentinels, casting long shadows over the barren earth. Leia stood at the mouth of the canyon, her eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of movement. The storm had passed, but the world still felt fragile, as though it might collapse in on itself at any moment.
Sain had regained some strength during the night, but it was clear he wasn't in any condition to travel far. His fever had broken, but his body was weak—too weak. The Crystal inside him was draining him faster than he cared to admit. Still, he was determined to keep moving. And Leia knew she couldn't afford to stay in one place for too long. They were both fugitives in a world that showed no mercy to the exiled.
“You ready?" Le
