Boldolph and Morrigan fled into the trees, not as warriors, but as beasts.
Behind them, the tribe delivered harsh justice — tongues torn, names stripped, and a child maimed for the sins of his mother.
But one boy cried out not for mercy — only for a chance to live.
And when Morrigan growled low, and Boldolph stepped forward through the mist, the boy’s fate changed forever.

A curse had torn them from their people.
But now, they would become something else.
Protectors. Shadows. Exiles…
And perhaps — the start of a legend.