The Skywolf Tribe was located in the northern reaches of the Nether Mountain Range, spread across a vast stretch of wasteland.

There were no city walls. No palaces.

Only tents and hide-built shelters scattered across the plain like a field of pale mushrooms.

The beast race had never cared for luxury. Their structures were simple—built for function, not show.

But simple didn’t mean weak.

The Skywolf Tribe had endured in the Fifteenth Firmament for tens of thousands of years. What sustained them wasn’t stone walls—it was strength.

Jared and Gwendolyn descended just outside the tribe’s camp.