The dawn broke over Ugbene-Ani with a heavy stillness, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and ancient secrets. Louis, Ellie, and Louisa emerged from the dilapidated building, their silhouettes sharp against the pale light filtering through the jungle canopy. The moon had long faded, but its ghostly glow lingered in Louis's golden eyes, now simmering with the promise of Aeterna Ignis. The trio moved swiftly, their steps guided by the faint trail Louis had sensed the night before—a whisper of fire and echoes leading west toward the Ashen Stair.
"We're close," Louis said, his voice low but resolute. He clutched a worn leather satchel, the weight of his new weapon—a spear forged of divine metal—humming faintly within. "The Seer's trail is stronger now. He's hiding, but he can't mask his presence from me."
