Dawn spreads gently over Eden, painting the wild’s western edge with soft gold and violet hues. Oakenspire’s faint hum drifts on a cool breeze, barely audible now. Tobal rises with quiet determination, his wild hair damp against his forehead—scarred hands move smoothly as brown eyes search the west, catching the traitor’s shadow, sharper and more desperate than before. Fiona stirs beside him, her red braid resting loosely over her shoulder—green eyes shine with focus—her staff sits close, its vines curling faintly as if sensing a change. Rafe leans casually against a tree, hazel eyes glinting in the early light—his dagger spins slowly as he says: “Kin’s scrambling—their gambit’s unraveling.” Becca sits nearby, her broad shoulders steady—blue eyes glow under her shaved scalp, axe resting gently by her side—yang hums softly, ready to fre. Cal stands at the camp’s edge, his tall frame outlined by the dawn—spear propped easily, gray eyes sweep the wild: “The roots are shifting—rift’s unsteady.” Valentine pads around them, shaggy gray fur rippling—yellow eyes gleam—his deep growl flows through the air, locking onto the traitor’s scent.

  The OAK roots whisper, their voice calm yet pressing: “Kin’s gambit is faltering—the west is cracking.” Tobal’s scars tighten—brown eyes sharpen with resolve: “He’s losing control—the ridge is failing.” Fiona nods, her green vines pulsing gently: “It’s a rift in Eden—his grip is slipping.” Rafe’s grin spreads—his voice light but pointed: “Uncle’s trap is turning on him—nice twist.” Becca’s tone rumbles low—“Time to smash it.” Cal tilts his spear, gray eyes steady: “We strike now.” Valentine surges westward, a swift gray shadow—Chaos ripples faintly—Oakenspire’s echo grows—Fiona’s voice rings clear: “Let’s move fast.”

  Storm glides through the wild, midnight hooves flowing over the earth—Tobal rides low, scars warm in the breeze, brown eyes fixed on the western ridge. Fiona spurs Bze beside him, red braid trailing like a ribbon—her staff hums, green eyes cutting through the morning mist. Becca rides alongside, axe swaying gently—yang stirs under her calm—blue eyes catch the dawn, shaved head gleaming. Rafe moves quickly beside them, wiry frame threading the path—hazel eyes glint as he says: “He’s finished—let’s end it.” Cal strides smoothly, tall shadow unbroken—spear steady in his grip, gray eyes sweep ahead—the Knights move as one—Valentine leads, shaggy grace driving forward—the traitor’s scent burns stronger—Eden’s wild shivers—OAKs sigh—Fiona calls: “The ridge—it’s right ahead.”

  The west ridge rises, its trees knitting a dense canopy—the rift pulses wildly, bck mist swirling—traitor stands there, hooded and scaled, OAK bde gleaming cold—kin’s eyes burn beneath—shadows fray as golden warmth creeps closer. Tobal’s whip unfurls—scars fre—steel shes through the mist—traitor weaves them aside, but stumbles. Fiona’s vines surge—green tendrils sweep the air—staff fres—traitor slips, caught by vines—the rift trembles. Rafe’s daggers fsh—silver arcs—his grin shines: “Caught you—game’s over.” Becca’s axe sweeps—yang roars—blue eyes bze—steel sms—traitor parries, OAK bde cracks—the rift splinters—bck mist fades—OAKs hum—traitor snarls: “Gambit holds—Eden bends!”

  Fiona nds lightly—green eyes lock—staff fres—vines tighten—the rift quakes—she breathes: “Kin—it’s crumbling.” Tobal steps forward—brown eyes darken—his voice cuts: “Your py’s done—who are you?” Rafe’s grin twists—he spits: “Uncle’s finished—bde’s cracked, pn’s cracked.” Becca’s grip tightens—blue eyes fre—her growl rises: “Fall already!” Cal’s gray eyes soften—spear dips—his murmur flows: “The roots shift—his rift’s colpsing.” Valentine lunges—yellow eyes bite—teeth tear—traitor reels—hood falls—scars gleam—kin’s mark dims—the rift gasps—bck mist scatters—OAKs steady—traitor colpses westward—wild closes in. Roots and vines drag him into the wild.

  They stand—Storm snorts softly—Tobal’s scars shine—brown eyes settle—boots press the earth. Fiona eases Bze—red braid falls—staff dims—green eyes soften—vines rex. Rafe spins his dagger—ughs: “Kin’s gambit—total bust.” Becca’s yang fades—axe rests—blue eyes calm—the Knights breathe—wild steadies. Cal’s spear settles—tall shadow—gray eyes sweep—Valentine circles—shaggy guard—Oakenspire hums—roots weave—OAK sings: “Kin’s gambit fails—the west opens.” Day 16 fades—sun climbs—the traitor’s shadow breaks as he colpses to the west, Eden’s wild closing around him, dragging him in—Eden heals—the Knights rise—the hunt turns.

  Dawn spreads gently over Eden, painting the wild’s western edge with soft gold and violet hues. Oakenspire’s faint hum drifts on a cool breeze, barely audible now. Tobal rises with quiet determination, his wild hair damp against his forehead—scarred hands move smoothly as brown eyes search the west, catching the traitor’s shadow, sharper and more desperate than before. Fiona stirs beside him, her red braid resting loosely over her shoulder—green eyes shine with focus—her staff sits close, its vines curling faintly as if sensing a change. Rafe leans casually against a tree, hazel eyes glinting in the early light—his dagger spins slowly as he says: “Kin’s scrambling—their gambit’s unraveling.” Becca sits nearby, her broad shoulders steady—blue eyes glow under her shaved scalp, axe resting gently by her side—yang hums softly, ready to fre. Cal stands at the camp’s edge, his tall frame outlined by the dawn—spear propped easily, gray eyes sweep the wild: “The roots are shifting—rift’s unsteady.” Valentine pads around them, shaggy gray fur rippling—yellow eyes gleam—his deep growl flows through the air, locking onto the traitor’s scent.

  The OAK roots whisper, their voice calm yet pressing: “Kin’s gambit is faltering—the west is cracking.” Tobal’s scars tighten—brown eyes sharpen with resolve: “He’s losing control—the ridge is failing.” Fiona nods, her green vines pulsing gently: “It’s a rift in Eden—his grip is slipping.” Rafe’s grin spreads—his voice light but pointed: “Uncle’s trap is turning on him—nice twist.” Becca’s tone rumbles low—“Time to smash it.” Cal tilts his spear, gray eyes steady: “We strike now.” Valentine surges westward, a swift gray shadow—Chaos ripples faintly—Oakenspire’s echo grows—Fiona’s voice rings clear: “Let’s move fast.”

  Storm glides through the wild, midnight hooves flowing over the earth—Tobal rides low, scars warm in the breeze, brown eyes fixed on the western ridge. Fiona spurs Bze beside him, red braid trailing like a ribbon—her staff hums, green eyes cutting through the morning mist. Becca rides alongside, axe swaying gently—yang stirs under her calm—blue eyes catch the dawn, shaved head gleaming. Rafe moves quickly beside them, wiry frame threading the path—hazel eyes glint as he says: “He’s finished—let’s end it.” Cal strides smoothly, tall shadow unbroken—spear steady in his grip, gray eyes sweep ahead—the Knights move as one—Valentine leads, shaggy grace driving forward—the traitor’s scent burns stronger—Eden’s wild shivers—OAKs sigh—Fiona calls: “The ridge—it’s right ahead.”

  The west ridge rises, its trees knitting a dense canopy—the rift pulses wildly, bck mist swirling—traitor stands there, hooded and scaled, OAK bde gleaming cold—kin’s eyes burn beneath—shadows fray as golden warmth creeps closer. Tobal’s whip unfurls—scars fre—steel shes through the mist—traitor weaves them aside, but stumbles. Fiona’s vines surge—green tendrils sweep the air—staff fres—traitor slips, caught by vines—the rift trembles. Rafe’s daggers fsh—silver arcs—his grin shines: “Caught you—game’s over.” Becca’s axe sweeps—yang roars—blue eyes bze—steel sms—traitor parries, OAK bde cracks—the rift splinters—bck mist fades—OAKs hum—traitor snarls: “Gambit holds—Eden bends!”

  Fiona nds lightly—green eyes lock—staff fres—vines tighten—the rift quakes—she breathes: “Kin—it’s crumbling.” Tobal steps forward—brown eyes darken—his voice cuts: “Your py’s done—who are you?” Rafe’s grin twists—he spits: “Uncle’s finished—bde’s cracked, pn’s cracked.” Becca’s grip tightens—blue eyes fre—her growl rises: “Fall already!” Cal’s gray eyes soften—spear dips—his murmur flows: “The roots shift—his rift’s colpsing.” Valentine lunges—yellow eyes bite—teeth tear—traitor reels—hood falls—scars gleam—kin’s mark dims—the rift gasps—bck mist scatters—OAKs steady—traitor colpses westward—wild closes in. Roots and vines drag him into the wild.

  They stand—Storm snorts softly—Tobal’s scars shine—brown eyes settle—boots press the earth. Fiona eases Bze—red braid falls—staff dims—green eyes soften—vines rex. Rafe spins his dagger—ughs: “Kin’s gambit—total bust.” Becca’s yang fades—axe rests—blue eyes calm—the Knights breathe—wild steadies. Cal’s spear settles—tall shadow—gray eyes sweep—Valentine circles—shaggy guard—Oakenspire hums—roots weave—OAK sings: “Kin’s gambit fails—the west opens.” Day 16 fades—sun climbs—the traitor’s shadow breaks as he colpses to the west, Eden’s wild closing around him, dragging him in—Eden heals—the Knights rise—the hunt turns.