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Day 4: The Snare’s Core

Twilight hung heavy over Neon, a silver mist swirling through a rustic sky—glow worms glimmered overhead, their hum stuttering as the wooden platform creaked beneath the Knights’ boots, earth trembling like a taut vein. A damp gust rustled through, moss and clay rising thick from below—sentient vines pulsed faint across the hub, their light threading dim through weathered huts, thatch sagging under strain. Tobal waded through a tangled grove, his tunic—red, frayed—swaying loose, wild hair catching the mist—scars ached, medallion glowing, gold humming bold against his chest, yang’s awareness threading his grip as he pushed a vine aside—Fiona’s warmth pressed near, a spiced spark threading his focus. Fiona strode beside him, her tunic—rough, stitched—billowing free, red hair spilling wild, green eyes glinting fierce—her staff swung firm, wood gnarled, yin’s wild pulsing through her veins, vines snaking ahead toward a dark shimmer—her hand brushed his back, a tender heat weaving bold.

A reptilian hiss growled low—the sentient snare pulsed tight, cold tendrils threading jagged claws through Neon’s wild, draining its hum—Lumens glided forward, her silver luminescent skin glowing soft, green hair flowing like vines, eyes flaring with earth’s warmth—shimmering wisps danced around her, guiding the crew. Becca stomped through the grove, her tunic—dark, torn—stretched taut over broad shoulders, shaved head gleaming—blue eyes flared fierce, axe sharp in her grip, yin’s wild snarling low as she cleaved a path—her breath steamed sharp. Rafe darted ahead, his tunic—coarse, patched—flapping loose, hazel eyes glinting mischief—his knife spun, steel flashing, yang’s playful spark threading his wiry frame as he nicked a glowing vine—a grin flashed sly. Cal moved steady, his tunic—soft, faded—hanging loose, tangled brown hair brushing his brow—gray eyes steadied calm, spear light in his grip, yang’s quiet strength pulsing steady as he traced a pulsing root—his stance rooted firm. Valentine loped beside, his coat—thick, matted—bristling faint, yellow eyes glinting sharp—claws scraped earth, yang’s instinct rumbling low through his shaggy stride, nose flaring at the reptilian stench.

The sentient hum faltered—a reptilian snare pulsed deeper, cold claws threading through Neon’s web—Neon’s cry wailed soft, threading through the mist—Lumens’ voice broke through, warm and alive—“Core’s near—wild’s heart”—her green hair flared, wisps weaving toward a dark shimmer in the grove. Fiona’s vines surged—“Web’s alive—core’s there”—her voice sang low, green eyes flashing as vines reached Lumens’ glow, a damp warmth threading her touch—her arm slid around Tobal’s shoulders, a spiced heat weaving through—“We’ve found it”—her breath brushed his ear, heat flaring bold. Tobal’s pulse thundered—“Reptilian heart—let’s strike”—his voice rasped firm, brown eyes glinting as his whip lashed out—yang’s spark slashed a tendril, a flare bursting bright—his hand gripped her waist, sparking alive—“Together”—his grip tightened, wild threading fierce.

Becca’s growl rumbled—“I’ll rip it out”—blue eyes blazed, axe slashing a vine as yin’s fire surged, steel snapping wood with a sharp crack—her boots sank deep. Rafe’s knife spun—“Tech’s dark—let’s gut it”—breath minty, a spark leaping as he tossed it at a pulsing knot, yang’s thrill weaving wild—his grin flashed keen. Cal’s spear thrust—“Wild’s faint—hit it”—his voice flowed low, gray eyes tracing the shimmer’s core, yang steadying the web—“Neon’s strength”—his spear stabbed earth. Valentine’s snarl rose—“Web fights”—yellow eyes flared, claws slashing a vine as the wild’s cry pulsed through his growl—fur bristled fierce.

The dark shimmer pulsed—a reptilian core throbbed within, cold claws threading angry tendrils through Neon’s wild—Lumens’ wisps flared—“Core’s alive—strike soon”—her voice hummed, Neon’s strength weaving through—the crew stood firm, wild weaving fierce in Neon’s rustic hub.