Turai stood atop one of the jagged peaks of The Red Crest, his gaze sweeping over the unforgiving landscape. The mountains stretched endlessly before him, their towering spires clawing at the sky.
Below, the valleys were veiled in shadow, dangerous and wild, just like the creatures that roamed within. This harsh terrain had been his home for six long years, a place of relentless training and constant danger, but now, he was leaving it behind.
The wind tugged at his clothes, whipping through his brown hair as he let the view sink in for the final time. In these mountains, Turai had become something far greater than the boy who had once stood at the gates of Raynes. He had transformed into a warrior—a hunter capable of defeating even the most dangerous foes.