The night settled heavy over Stonehaven. Gamlas and Rurik walked the final street, Boots dragging through the dust of every tavern, every market square, every shadowed doorway they had searched. But the stranger was nowhere. Only silence answered them. High above the rooftops, a lone raven circled— black wings carving quiet arcs in the moonlit air. Through its eyes, Mirellith watched their long and fruitless journey. She felt the weight of their struggle, the threads of fate twisting tighter. And so, with a whispered word and the shimmer of ancient power, she tore open the veil between worlds. A portal of pale fire bloomed, and out of its swirling light stepped Mirellith, The Nameless One behind her like a moving shadow, and Kalidor with steel drawn and purpose burning in his eyes. Together they crossed into Stonehaven— answering the call of the hunt, ready to turn the search into something far greater than Gamlas and Rurik ever expected.
