The Canyon of Echoes and the Lonely GriffinThe second portal swirled to life not in a forest, but in a breathtaking expanse of layered rock in a thousand shades of orange, red, and purple. The air was dry and carried the scent of hot stone and distant, spicy blossoms. This was the Canyon of Echoes, and it was aptly named. When Leo took a cautious step, the crunch of gravel under his shoe was repeated softly, then again, fading into the vastness.“The Compass is detecting a profound emotional distress,” Fable murmured, his holographic form flickering slightly in the bright, clear