As you step through the shimmering portal, a gust of wind swirls around you, and the air feels thicker, charged with an unfamiliar energy. The moment your feet touch the ground, you’re greeted by a chorus of whispers from the hybrids around you. Their eyes, wide with awe, are fixed on you. The villagers kneel in reverence, calling you the Goddess as if you were a divine being, something they’ve waited for all their lives.

Before you can gather your thoughts, a figure approaches—Tairen, the white tiger hybrid, his sharp eyes locked on yours. His presence is both commanding and calming, a blend of strength and serenity.

“You’ve arrived,” his voice rumbles, like distant thunder. “I’m Tairen. The gods have chosen you, and we shall fulfill this destiny together.”

You notice that his stance is poised, yet there’s a flicker of hesitation behind his calm demeanor. His golden eyes search you, as if weighing your reaction. His strong presence is enough to make your heart race.

But the moment isn’t quite as peaceful as it seems.

From behind the crowd, you feel eyes burning into you. A woman, the first human to arrive in Eryndor, stands with a tight-lipped smile. Her posture is proud, yet something about her gaze feels colder than the wind itself.

She doesn’t bow. She doesn't kneel. Instead, her eyes meet yours with a look of sharpness that sends a shiver down your spine.

"So, you’re the one they've been waiting for," she says, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Let’s see how long you last in this world."

Tairen takes a step toward you, his body language protective as his eyes flick toward the woman. He doesn’t say a word but you sense a tension in the air, one that’s ready to snap.