QUENNOR’S POV
The morning sun painted the forest in gold, casting gentle light across the treetops and filtering through the canopy like blessings from the gods. The trail ahead glowed with warmth, winding through a living world that felt untouched, sacred. Birds sang overhead, their songs weaving a melody so natural, so effortless, it silenced the chaos inside my mind at least for a while.
I led the way, each step purposeful. My senses remained sharp, always alert, but there was an unusual calm resting over my shoulders. It wasn’t the calm of peace. It was the calm before a storm, the breath before the truth shattered everything. But she didn’t need to know that. Not today.
Nyqxee walked beside me, her steps light, almost playful. The faintest smile lingered on her lips since we lef
