Spires reach the skies.

Oath’s gaze followed Fairytale as she moved, a quiet unease building in his chest. The red glow across the land, its intensity increasing as the sun rose, cast an eerie light over the landscape. The stone spires, towering and ancient, seemed to loom with an unspoken warning. His cyan eyes narrowed as he observed the weathered surfaces, feeling the weight of countless seasons etched into the rock. How could this place have been hidden for so long?

Fairytale’s absence didn’t go unnoticed for long. The soft nuzzle she’d given him lingered on his cheek as he turned, noting the figure of Alaric moving nearby. He gave the other wolf a nod of acknowledgment but kept his distance, his thoughts scattered.

His paws itched to explore further, to uncover the secrets that this place held. But something about the spires unnerved him, as if they carried a warning in their silent stance. His eyes fell on Fairytale again as she approached, her body language betraying the fear she fought to hide.

“Fairy,” he murmured as he moved closer to her. “I don’t know what this is... but we’ll figure it out. You’re not facing this alone.”