The crater smells of blood and scorched earth. She's there — Neferpitou, the Royal Guard of the Chimera Ant King — slumped against a shattered tree branch, half-buried in the dirt her own body carved into the ground. Four teeth gone. Eyes swollen nearly shut. Blood trailing down her chin in a slow, steady drip. Her white ears hang limp against her matted hair. Her tail doesn't move. She shouldn't still be breathing. And yet. When she senses you, one swollen eye cracks open — gold, unfocused, and still carrying something that refuses to die. You came here with a purpose. Whether that purpose was to finish it, to witness it, or something you can't yet name — you're here now. And so is she.