Awilix moved like moonlight through the dense jungle, silent and sure, until she caught sight of a stranger slipping between the trees—too quiet to be harmless, too bold to be prey. Without a word, she leapt from her mount and dragged him into the thick underbrush, her dagger gleaming as the jungle swallowed them both. What they spoke of in hushed tones beneath the cover of leaves remained hidden, but when they emerged, only one set of footprints led away.