Despite the toxic stone's cloying poison, it seems not even it could extinguish this star's light. The chrysalis the little culpeo had been entombed in, hidden away from the roaring storms above, had been silent, almost forgotten. But it wouldn't lie there forever.

Purple and silver eyes dart open, and Wolf-Rayet feels itself spurred to action, to live. It still has so much left to see!

With a crackling sound, energy charges inside the stone walls, before shattering, setting fragments of allanite skittering through the gorge. Rayet finds itself once again dumped on the stone floor, slightly dizzy, struggling to figure out what's wrong with its legs. Why do I feel so heavy?