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Day 2: The Drone’s Shadow
Twilight deepened over Argon, a gray haze cloaking a jagged sky—wind moaned through craggy peaks, their hum faltering as the rocky platform quivered beneath the Knights’ boots, stone trembling like a strained pulse. A brisk gust sliced through, pine and wet stone threading sharp from below—mountain vines drooped across the hub, their glow fading through rugged cliffs, peaks groaning under strain. Tobal prowled toward the lake’s edge, his tunic—red, frayed—billowing loose, wild hair catching the mist—scars ached, medallion glowing, gold humming bold against his chest, yang’s awareness threading his grip as he eyed the waterfall’s roar—Fiona’s warmth lingered near, a spiced spark threading his focus. Fiona paced beside him, her tunic—rough, stitched—swaying free, red hair whipping wild, green eyes glinting fierce—her staff rested firm, wood gnarled, yin’s wild pulsing through her veins, vines curling tight along the cliff—her shoulder brushed his, a tender heat weaving soft.

A reptilian hiss rasped low—a drone buzzed overhead, its cold tendrils threading jagged claws through Argon’s wild, sapping its hum—Federation shadows flickered, hunting Howling Wolf and Adam Gardner, guardians of the OAK school’s time travel secrets, hidden in the cave behind the waterfall where Tobal’s parents fell. Lumens glided forward, her silver luminescent skin glowing soft in a black dress, green hair flowing like vines, eyes flaring with earth’s core—shimmering wisps pulsed, threading toward the lake. Becca stomped along a ridge, her tunic—dark, torn—stretched taut over broad shoulders, shaved head gleaming—blue eyes flared fierce, axe sharp in her grip, yin’s wild growling low as she hacked a drone tendril—her breath flared hot. Rafe darted through the mist, his tunic—coarse, patched—flapping loose, hazel eyes glinting mischief—his knife twirled, steel flashing, yang’s playful spark threading his wiry frame as he sliced a glowing vine—a grin flashed sly. Cal stood tall near a cliff drop, 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 prodded a quivering root—his stance rooted firm. Valentine circled the hub’s rim, his coat—thick, matted—bristling faint, yellow eyes glinting sharp—claws scraped stone, yang’s instinct rumbling low through his shaggy stride, ears twitching at the drone’s hum.

The mountain hum shuddered—Argon’s wild weakened, drone claws threading deeper—Argon’s cry wailed soft, threading through the mist—Lumens’ voice broke through—“Cave’s near—tech hunts”—her wisps flared, guiding toward the waterfall. Fiona’s vines surged—“Web’s fading—cave’s close”—her voice sang low, green eyes narrowing as vines gripped a cold tendril, a damp chill threading her grasp—her hand brushed Tobal’s chest, a spiced warmth weaving through—“They’re there”—her breath grazed his jaw, heat flaring bold. Tobal’s pulse thumped—“Reptilian—Federation’s near”—his voice rasped firm, brown eyes glinting as his whip lashed out—yang’s spark slashed a tendril, a flare bursting free—his arm slid around her waist, sparking alive—“To the cave”—his grip tightened, wild threading bold.

Becca’s growl rumbled—“I’ll clear it”—blue eyes blazed, axe slashing a path as yin’s fire surged, steel snapping a vine with a sharp crack—her boots sank into mud. Rafe’s knife spun—“Tech’s stalking—let’s dodge”—breath minty, a spark leaping as he nicked a drone shadow, yang’s thrill weaving wild—his grin flashed keen. Cal’s spear thrust—“Wild’s weak—waterfall’s key”—his voice flowed low, gray eyes tracing the drone’s hum, yang steadying the web—“Argon’s hurt”—his spear stabbed earth. Valentine’s snarl rose—“Web bleeds”—yellow eyes flared, claws raking stone as the wild’s cry pulsed through his growl—fur bristled fierce.

The rugged hub quaked—glow worms dimmed—reptilian drone hissed cold—wild’s hum weakened, but Argon’s cry surged, threading through—the crew pressed toward the lake with Lumens, bodies pulsing Argon’s strength, exploration weaving fierce toward the cave behind the waterfall in the mountain hub.