By evening, the sky shifted again, the violet fading into the deep blues of twilight. Lyvornis had been the next to run—scared, desperate, their small body tumbling through the dark, seeking shelter in the Glowmist Predator Run, where the air felt alive with unseen forces. They paused there, their breath shallow, their heart racing as they tried to steady themselves. Vex, meanwhile, had found a quiet corner near the Darkstone Stalking Ground, where the stones glowed faintly with a warmth that felt almost like a promise. They sat there for a long time, their thoughts a tangled web of fear and hope, wondering if the sky would ever calm again.
As the last light faded, Nyxthar appeared, their presence a soft breeze that carried the scent of rain and moss. They sat beside Vex, their voice low and steady, as if they understood the weight of the world without needing to say a word. ‘The Obsidian Crystal Vein hums quieter now,’ Nyxthar murmured, their eyes reflecting the faint glow of the water. ‘But the storm isn’t over yet.’ Vex didn’t respond—they just nodded, their body tense but their eyes softening as they realized that even in the darkness, there was still a chance to find peace. The world was still full of shadows, but for the first time, it felt like the sky was holding its breath, waiting for something new to rise.