The team had spent a full day resting in their hidden sanctuary. A deliberate choice. Everyone needed time. Not just to recover, but to meditate, realign, and plan their next move now that they had a safe place to retreat to.
And then night came.
Under the darkness, Tave felt himself sharpen. It was like the world itself had slowed, and every fiber of his being moved in perfect clarity. He stepped lightly outside the cave, his movements fluid, precise. Every sound, every shift in the wind, every flicker of light in the shadows. They all felt heightened.
His vision cut through the dark like it was nothing. His hearing picked up even the faintest rustle of a leaf. His instincts hummed with an edge he hadn't known before.
This… this is the peak.
He was alone now. On purpose.
Because tonight, he was going to activate his new sigil.
