Kendra Sunderland Vixen [new] | Easy & Ultimate

The loggers dropped their chainsaws. Silas raised the sky-stone, and a beam of null-light shot out, turning ferns to gray dust. Kendra didn't dodge. She re-directed . With a twist of her lithe body, she kicked a fallen log into the beam's path. The wood didn't burn; it ceased to exist, but the distraction was enough.

This night was different. The loggers weren't just cutting trees; they had unearthed a sealed iron chest. Inside wasn't gold, but a cold, geometric shard of metal—a "sky-stone" from a meteor that had last fallen when the forest was a sapling. The Vixen spirit recoiled. The sky-stone wasn't natural; it was a fragment of a dead god from the void, and its silence was killing the forest’s voice. kendra sunderland vixen

The old-growth forest of Black Hollow was a cathedral of shadows, and Kendra Sunderland was its unwilling acolyte. To the loggers in the valley, she was a myth—a flash of russet fur and amber eyes that led their work crews in maddening circles. They called her the Vixen, and they cursed her name whenever their compasses spun wild. The loggers dropped their chainsaws

She closed the distance in a heartbeat. She didn't attack Silas. She attacked the stone . Her jaws, now strong enough to crush granite, closed around the shard. The cold tried to freeze her from the inside out, but the Vixen spirit was older than cold—it was the fire of survival, the cunning of the hunted turned hunter. She re-directed