May 2nd, 2026

3 Lamashan 4070

Intro

The fire had long since dwindled to glowing embers by the time dawn crept across the northern road. Cold mist clung low to the earth, weaving between dark pine trunks and curling over the abandoned battlefield behind them. Somewhere deeper in the forest, a vulture called once… then silence answered.

The corpses of the wereboars had been left for the wilds.

Ahead, the road stretched north toward High Rock — toward rumors of an old house hidden in the hills, toward the Viper League, and perhaps toward answers none of them were prepared to hear.

Eris awoke first, already crouched beside the remains of the campfire with dirt on her hands and far too much energy for the hour. Nearby, Vali flickered faintly in the morning air before dispersing into harmless sparks. Silvyn remained perched high in the branches of a pine, feathers puffed against the cold as one sharp golden eye tracked the woods below. Alessia sat awake beneath another tree in full armor, exhaustion hidden behind habit, one hand resting against Hera’s neck as the mare breathed steam into the freezing air.

No one said it aloud, but the world already felt different from two days ago.

The king had nearly died.

Resistance groups were moving in the shadows.

The Viper League had agents inside the Capitol itself.

And now three strangers — a refugee druid who seeks nature's wrath, a disgraced knight desperate for redemption, and a raven with stolen memories — were riding directly toward the heart of it all.

Then, from somewhere further up the road, came the sound of wood creaking softly in the wind.

Not a wagon.

Not a tree.

A signpost.

And hanging beneath it, swaying gently in the cold morning breeze…

was a freshly nailed serpent symbol.

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