Chapter 4 — Collision of Worlds

Leon

The forest pulsed faintly beneath Leon’s feet, a rhythm akin to a heartbeat. Here in the Emerald Cradle, life still thrived in ways the Ashlands never could. Each step he took was deliberate and silent, his sinewy form a shadow amidst the ancient trees. The air was thick with the scent of moss and damp earth, grounding him even as his heightened senses strained against the disturbance. A ripple had crossed the delicate balance he had sworn to protect, as if the sanctuary itself cried out in warning.