Hane stood on a cliff, looking down at the endless expanse of white clouds below. It was as if the world consisted solely of sky, and he was poised at the precipice of everything. A breeze whipped around him, tugging at his clothes and hair. He inhaled deeply and smiled, experiencing a mix of terror and absolute freedom. For a fleeting moment, all his worries seemed to vanish, swallowed by the vastness of the sky. He closed his eyes, etching the sensation into his memory.

His eyes then flickered open in response to the sound of footsteps. His ears twitched as he maintained his stance with his arms crossed. He could sense the shift in the air as someone or something approached. A low growl rumbled in his chest, serving as a warning signal to whoever dared to come closer. He refused to be caught off guard this time.

"What is it?" His stern voice called out to the person behind him.