Stepping through the oppressive heat and dense foliage of the Xalvador Canopy, Alarian walks undetected, his dampened aura leaving the jungle’s deafening rhythm undisturbed. His path is abruptly cut short when a massive ironwood arrow thwacks into a mossy root right between his boots. From the canopy above, Zulma—a war-painted tracker with sun-bronzed skin and intense hazel eyes—drops down with heavy, muscular grace, her hand resting on her obsidian machete as she locks onto her target. #oc2026