The Silver Lions are a group of thugs who protect and serve the magical creatures of Grim forest. But when the forest burns down, where will they go?
Live fire, spreading through the bare trees, as if it was created to do it.
Black leaves, scattered across the ground from the burnt trees like black feathers.
How did this happen?
Where will we go now?
How this story end?
Another ink-well is placed, another parchment pulled from a pile of others, another quill plucked from a raven.
This isn't the end.
It's the beginning.