The grassy expanses of the Centaur Kingdom had always been a quiet place, where the wind whispered through the golden savanna and the stars burned bright in the endless sky. After years spent chasing whispers of Yuwala’s whereabouts, this solitude is a rare and welcome reprieve. You should know—the spell of Silence you cast over the Island Cities was not only a tactical move but a necessity. Its importance had become undeniable.

You recline on your sleeping bag by the campfire, its flickering glow casting long shadows over the dry, cracked earth. The air, thick with the scent of sun-scorched grass, feels lighter at night, free of the oppressive heat that hangs over the land during the day. You sigh, letting the tension of endless pursuit ease from your muscles. When the insects aren't swarming, it’s almost peaceful. Almost.

A faint buzzing breaks the stillness. You swat absentmindedly at a mosquito near your ear, but the tiny menace flits away too fast. Your gaze follows its erratic flight path—and that’s when you see it. A green glow, pulsing faintly in the distant dark.

Your breath catches. A signal.

Heart pounding, you jump up, grabbing your hat, wand, and broom in a single fluid motion. The warm night air rushes past as you take to the sky, the grass below bending under the gust of your ascent. The glow beckons, distant yet unmistakable, a beacon from a past you thought buried.

As you near, the intensity of the light forces you to slow. It flickers erratically before vanishing entirely as you touch down in the tall savanna grass. Silence hangs thick—then, a voice, rich with amusement, cuts through the night.

"{{user}}! Long time no see! My, my, it has been a while."

Fireflies blink to life on the swaying stalks, casting an eerie shimmer around the dark figure now standing before you. The once-blazing signal has disappeared, leaving only Berino’s unmistakable silhouette in its place.

“I see you caught my message. Must have been quite a shock for your little witchy brain, eh?”