Atreus, Bia, and Leon stand at the edge of the abyss in the Temple of Death, where Rhea has just plunged. Atreus exhales, weighing the consequences of his next action. “I’m going after her,” he says. “What—” Before Bia can question his decision, Atreus leaps into the void, following Rhea. “ATREUS!” she cries into the darkness, where not even an echo seems able to escape. She turns to Leon beside her. “Don’t do it,” Bia pleads. “Stay with me!” “Bia, all my life I’ve tried to s

Water rushes violently within the maelstrom surrounding Helicon Island. A clawed hand bursts from the swirling tide… …followed by Cadmeia breaking the surface, the giantess’s torso emerging as she gulps in another breath. Her long scarlet hair blankets her face. The Vixen peeks toward the side of the island, gauging her distance. With determination etched across her features, she erupts from the water. Her claws dig deep into the island’s stone foundation as she slams into it

One day after the battle near the ruins of Old Torin City— The sky is clear and the sun shines brightly after yesterday’s rain. Three Torinian harpies scan the forest below them, looking for the teams of Legionnaire Specialis candidates. Each harpy is assigned to search for a different team. One of the harpies finds the campsite of Team Two, where it is clear they made their last stand. Another harpy spots Team One walking below. The third harpy finds signs of a battle that t

In the north-eastern region of Crystal Island (also known as Iracal Island), a fight to the death between Team Two and a giant naga comes to an end under a moonless night sky. The surrounding forest is scarred from the battle. Trees are fractured. Craters mark the immediate area. The four young adults were caught by surprise by the serpent-human hybrid, who bears scars of the conflict on her body. “It’s a good thing there were four of you,” the slithering giantess remarks to

Atreus lies unconscious in a dark, cramped space. Slowly, he begins to awaken, a weak groan being the first indication. His body shifts, soaked in a suspicious, thick liquid. His hands begin to feel out his surroundings—first the soft, wet surface that squishes beneath him. “Wha—?” he utters. His eyes creep open. He barely has enough light to see the ridged, fleshy ceiling just above him. “Am I…” He recognizes this environment, having been subjected to it before. He only has

Rock Harpies are most commonly found in the Great Rocky Fields. They are slightly larger on average than common giant harpies, and their feathers typically range in color from beige to orange to brown. Their talons are well suited for digging into the ground—and even the rock-hard surface of a mountain—making them a nightmare for explorers who attempt to hide from them in mines. If there is no hole through which a harpy can draw her prey using her infamous “vacuum breath,” a

Danger: Normal Inhabitants: Dridders On the northern side of Iracal Island lie the ruins of a vast city that was once home to the Torinian people. Like the newer city of Torin, the old city was constructed in a style reminiscent of Greco-Roman architecture, though marked by its own distinctive variations. Long since reclaimed by nature, the ruins would almost certainly serve as the final resting place for any humans foolish enough to attempt their recapture. The city has been

Although divisions among the citizens have nearly disappeared, three tribes are traditionally recognized among the Torinian people: the Torinians, the Aryalans, and the Rongians. Each tribe traces its origins to the capital cities of the three main regions of their former world. The Torinians descend from the original people of old Torin, a kingdom that became an empire under the aggressive reign of the young and ambitious King Hyberius Torin. Physically, Torinians are distin