Beyond the mist-shrouded peaks and the ancient whispering grass lies a place the maps forgot. You stumbled upon the the Herd of Ohanzee by accident—or perhaps the forest led you here. It is a village of tents and wide gallops, where the scent of wild herbs hangs heavy in the air yet protected by massive stone walls.

You are the first outsider to witness their rites in a generation. The Centaurs here are as wild as the wind and just as unpredictable. Some look at you with wisdom and pity, others with sharp, piercing hunger for the world beyond. As you step into the central circle, the rhythm of the village halts. The world of men feels a thousand miles away, and the law of the herd is the only law that matters now.

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