Dawn breaks over Eden, gold and violet threading through the wild’s western fringe—a damp earth tang curls through the air, tugging at Fiona’s breath. Rafe sprawls across a fallen log, hazel eyes glinting—his dagger carves a splintered edge, a patched vest loose over his shoulders—“Feathers swore—now what?” Fiona strides past, red hair tied loose with a leather cord—green eyes flicker—her staff draws a faint line in the dirt, cloak swaying as vines twitch. Tobal crouches by a smoldering fire, wild hair catching ash—scarred hands stir embers with a stick—brown eyes trace the ridge: “Oath’s heavy—let’s test it.” Becca sits on a mossy stump, broad shoulders squared—blue eyes glow under her shaved scalp—axe rests across her knees, a wool cloak draped—yang hums low. Cal paces the camp’s edge, tall frame weaving—spear swings light—gray eyes sweep the wild: “Roots hum—weight’s real.” Valentine lounges near, shaggy gray fur damp with dew—yellow eyes half-lidded—his growl rumbles soft, nose twitching at the rift’s echo.

  The OAK roots hum, their voice deep and steady: “Oath’s weight presses—west bends.” Fiona halts—green eyes sharpen—cloak snags a thorn: “He’s bound—rift’s quiet.” Tobal rises—scars itch under a patched tunic—voice firm: “Prove it holds—move.” Rafe flips off the log—dagger spins—grins: “Bird better walk it.” Becca stands—axe lifts—wool shifts—a low growl: “Swear’s nothing—show me.” Cal turns—spear steadies—gray eyes steady: “Roots’ll judge.” Valentine rises—gray shadow stretches—wild stirs—OAKs sigh—the feathered kin steps forward, amber eyes molten—gray feathers shimmer—OAK staff hums—Eden’s wild coils, watching.

  Storm snorts nearby, midnight mane damp—Tobal brushes ash off his hands—brown eyes lock west, tunic creaking. Fiona strides ahead—red hair sways—staff hums—a whiff of wet bark clings—green eyes cut the mist. Rafe darts beside—hazel eyes glint—vest fps—“Let’s poke it—feathers.” Becca follows—yang fres—blue eyes bze—cloak drags—axe gleams. Cal trails—spear loose—gray eyes flicker—a faint smirk—Knights spread—Valentine bounds, shaggy grace—wild thickens—OAKs hum—feathered kin lifts staff—“Oath’s mine—Eden tests.”

  The west ridge looms, trees gnarling tight—rift’s echo hums low, mist thinning—feathered kin stands—gray feathers ripple—amber eyes glow—OAK staff pulses—wild coils gentle. Fiona’s vines sweep—green tendrils weave—staff fres—kin kneels—rift steadies—her voice softens: “Hold it—Eden’s wild waits.” Tobal’s whip coils—scars warm—brown eyes lock—pulse steadies: “Prove it—now.” Rafe’s daggers fsh—grins: “Swear’s light—work it.” Becca’s axe rests—blue eyes steady—yang cools—murmurs: “Better stick.” Cal’s spear dips—gray eyes soften—murmurs: “Roots hum—oath’s true.” Valentine’s snarl fades—yellow eyes watch—wild eases—feathered kin bows—“Eden binds—I serve.” Rift quiets—OAKs hum—wild steadies—oath holds.

  They pause—Tobal’s scars gleam—brown eyes settle—boots press damp earth—tunic snags. Fiona leans on her staff—red cord slips—green eyes linger—cloak rustles. Rafe kicks a stone—hazel eyes glint—vest swings—ughs: “Oath’s stuck—fun starts.” Becca slings her axe—blue eyes calm—wool settles—Knights breathe—wild hums. Cal shifts—spear taps—gray eyes sweep—Valentine pads close—shaggy guard—Oakenspire hums—roots weave—OAK sings: “Oath’s weight—west turns.” Day 19 fades—sun climbs—rift’s echo softens—Eden breathes—Knights watch—oath proves.