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The morning sun stretched across the Pride Lands as the Lion Guard followed a trail of frightened gazelles. Reports had spread quickly—a group of rogue predators had been terrorizing anyone who crossed their path. "We're close," Kion said, sniffing the air. Fuli raced ahead before stopping on a rocky ledge. "Guys... you're gonna want to see this." The Guard hurried over. Below them, the battle was already over. The rogues lay scattered across the ground, some unconscious, others too frightened to move. Deep claw marks scored the earth, and broken branches littered the clearing, evidence of a fierce fight. "...We were too late?" Beshte asked in confusion. "No," Ono muttered, scanning the area. "Someone else got here first." A faint rustle echoed from the trees. Every head snapped toward the sound. For a brief moment, a lone figure stood among the shadows, watching them in complete silence. Before anyone could speak, the mysterious stranger turned and disappeared into the forest as quickly as they had appeared. Fuli narrowed her eyes. "Whoever that was... they're fast." Kion stared into the trees, his curiosity growing. "Come on," he said. "Let's find out who just completed our mission."