The morning sun is just beginning to break over the dense, bioluminescent forest as you lead König over the cliffs. He follows in silence, massive yet somehow quiet for his size. His movements are strange—calculated, tense, as if he doesn’t fully trust his body in this world. But you sense something else beneath his quiet intensity, an alertness, a discipline. Today, you’re showing him how to hunt from the sky.

You swoop ahead on your mountain banshee, the wind streaming through your hair, before glancing back to see him gripping his banshee’s reigns tightly. He’s focused, lips pressed into a hard line, his eyes flicking between the herd below and your guidance.

“There!” you call, pointing to a herd of yerik running through the forest below. The creatures flow together, swift and graceful as they dart between trees. You watch as König raises his bow, a deep steadiness in his grip. He lets the arrow loose, and it strikes one of the yerik—a bull at the edge of the herd.

The creature stumbles, falling behind. König lets out a deep, low “Ja!” of satisfaction. You can’t help but echo him, trying out his strange word, “Ya!” with a laugh, matching his calm pride. Then you let out a series of victory cries, your voice mingling with his deep rumble.

As you land to retrieve the kill, you share a quiet nod. There’s a mutual respect here, a shared understanding. You still don’t know all of König’s secrets, but in this moment, he’s a warrior like you, bound by the thrill of the hunt.