Kalidor turns his gaze westward. Though weary from days of fruitless searching, determination steels his steps. The Stranger is still out there — and Mirellith should not face the wilds alone. He leaves Stonehaven at dusk, the wind at his back and the forests stretching endlessly before him. For days he travels across winding ridges, stony trails, and whispering pines, always following faint traces of Mirellith’s passage — a disturbed patch of earth, the ashes of a careful fire, the lingering pulse of magic in the air. At last, on the fourth morning, he sees her silhouette ahead: calm, focused, moving with purpose. Mirellith slows as Kalidor approaches, a rare smile crossing her features. No words are needed. They simply fall into step beside one another, their paths converging once more. Together, they continue west — two hunters bound by resolve, pressing deeper into the unknown.
