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Hunst moved in close behind Reverie, his massive frame a silent wall of vigilance as they approached the unknown border. His steps were deliberate, powerful, each one a reminder of his presence—a presence meant to shield her from the dangers these foreign lands might harbor. Though he had no words to offer, his resolve spoke in his unwavering pace, his eyes flicking over every shadow, every flicker of movement in the periphery.

As her voice rose in call, echoing out over the unfamiliar terrain, he felt the tension ripple through her, a tremor that he caught in the slight shift of her posture. He moved a fraction closer, enough that his warmth might lend her strength if she needed it, a silent promise of steadfast protection. Whatever peril awaited her, she would not face it alone.

Hunst’s gaze stayed forward, focused and keen, yet he was acutely aware of Reverie’s fragility beneath the weight of her mission. He would be the shield, the unspoken force standing between her and any threat that dared approach.