The Tide's Crest, Kelvin, Lyra and Darius, stood as one, their bonds with their beasts was a lifeline in the face of the unknown.
The mission was clear: reach the den at the heart of the Shadowfen Marshes, destroy the dark magic fueling an undead plague, and save the villages beyond.
As they stopped to check their pack, to ensure everything is intact Kelvin felt a shiver crawl up his spine. This was not a training drill. This was real, and the weight of lives rested on their shoulders.
"We need to reach the den," Kelvin said, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence. "But this place... it's alive with threats. Stay sharp."
Lyra nodded, her lips pressed into a thin line. "The marshes won't give us any breaks. We need to be ready for anything."
Darius clapped Kelvin on the back, the force nearly knocked him forward. "We've got this, Kelvin. Zombies don't stand a chance against the Crest."
