As Max silently followed the little dragon-like fairy, countless questions swirled in his mind.
Where was this mysterious creature taking them?
Was it truly guiding them out of the Mourning Depths—or deeper into its heart?
Was it salvation or a trap disguised as hope?
Max didn't know.
All he could do now was trust it. After everything they had seen—the twisted space, the disorienting terrain, the ancient beast in the black fog—this glowing wisp of a dragon was the only lead they had.
And so he followed, eyes calm but wary, heart steady but coiled with tension.
Behind him came the others. The once proud leaders of Valora Continent and the brightest of its younger generation followed in silence. No one spoke. No one dared to break the fragile thread of purpose tying them together.
But every single one of them was on edge.
The fog was thick, but the sense of danger was thicker.
And it didn't take long for that danger to show itself.
A shriek pierced the silence.
