As the stars began to emerge, Kron walked with a slow, deliberate pace, the scent of earth and wildflowers filling his senses. He paused by the Murk Spring, where the water sparkled with a soft, silver light. *The air smells different this way,* he thought, the warmth of the moment lingering like a promise. But for Gorath and Gem, the night was a race against the dark, their fear a silent storm that could not be ignored. The world held its breath once more, waiting for the dawn to reveal what came next.
Day 1