The Price Of Fate
Creatures that flew, hunted, clawed, and breathed fire badly enough to turn Edenwood into a graveyard.
The Outlands was not only full of monsters. It was full of mixed things. Broken categories. Bloodlines twisted by survival, war, bargain, and whatever else had happened beyond the barrier for generations. I looked out the window again, and the burned world seemed to shift under the new knowledge. Not simpler. Worse.