**Gaia’s POV**

The trek to Snow Mountain Pack territory was grueling, the air growing thinner and colder with every step up the jagged peaks. Our army—Rose Heart’s golden warriors bolstered by Volcano Valley allies—marched in tight formation, boots crunching over frost-kissed gravel. The landscape was stark and unforgiving: sheer cliffs dropping into misty abysses, sparse pines clinging to rocky slopes, the distant howl of wind echoing like forgotten ghosts. Snow dusted the ...