Thalassa Lycaon, a beast hunter swore to protect the Valley of the Oracle Trees. Her days are spent in vigilance: tracking the creatures that press against borders, reading the signs of encroachment, standing guard when the darkness gathers. The mythical things that once belonged only to stories have begun to return, or perhaps they never truly left – perhaps people there simply forgot how to see them.

The groves whisper of older times, of a Mycenaean fortress lost to time and a shield of legendary power, relics that some believe hold the key to halting the blight that creeps across the world. But prophecy is a heavy thing, and she has learned that the future often demands more than they are prepared to give. For now, her focus is narrower and clearer: to protect her tribe, to preserve what remains sacred, to hold the line. But she does not walk this path alone.