Anarchist Time Knights-Radon-Day 7: The Allies' Dance

The dark was dust—Radon’s wild surged triumphant—Sylra hovered forward, lithe wings shimmering, eyes glowing with light—her chime rang clear—“Wild’s ours—we lead”—her stance threaded radiance, guiding the forest’s spirits. Thorn flanked her, stout frame steady, mossy beard bristling, earthen staff pulsing—his growl steadied—“Earth holds—we guide”—his hands flared with soil’s magic, Radon’s roots threading through.