*Greenwood Territory — Dusk*

Clouds rolled low in the sky, casting long shadows across the sacred trees and beneath those branches, warriors moved.

Not with fear, but with readiness.

Crystal stood at the center of the clearing, the Flame quiet within her but alive. Her body remembered the Mirror, the Gate, the pain of the past that was not her own. But she stood taller now and firmer.

She no longer felt like a girl holding back a storm. She was the ...