The pursuit of peace had always been a secondary goal; survival was the primary. But as the Council stabilized, a new, deeper question began to gnaw at the collective consciousness of the Ridge. Why now? Why us?
The Adhiero wasn't just a mutation. It felt like an ancient memory resurfacing. To secure our future, we had to understand our past.
According to the oldest scrolls rescued from the Eastern archives, the Adhiero bond didn't originate in the blood of wolves, but in the stone of the **Primal Spire**—the mountain at the very center of the continent, from which all other ridges flowed.
"If we don't go," Bastien said, his violet eyes reflecting the flickering torchlight of the war room, "we are just building a house on sand. The Purists are gone, but the 'Source' is calling. It’s get
