The dawn was still a fragile thing. It was half light, half silver. I stood at the heart of the Direlands, surrounded by towering ancient stones and the low murmur of wolves gathering in quiet reverence. The air hung heavy with both weight and promise. Today, I would leave this hidden realm—this sanctuary that had become my unexpected home—and step into a world that neither knew me nor forgave. The Direwolves stood in solemn formation, each tribe present: Air, Water, Earth, Fire… even the elusive Shadow Wolves and the seers had appeared, their presence cloaked in darkness but no less powerful. I could feel the earth beneath my feet pulse faintly with elemental energy, and it resonated deep within my bones. At the center stood Agalaya, regal as ever, her long robes shifting with the wind. Beside her, was the council of elders. They were solemn and quiet just like the day they welcomed me into their camp. Their eyes met mine—some proud, some concerned, all heavy with hope. Agalaya
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