Perhaps the worst part of Avalon wasn’t the fae, the dead landscape, or Vivian (though that is debatable). It was that every piece of Avalon was trying to kill off any intruders that dared cross its soils.
From man-eating forests to the creatures born of magic, there was nothing in Avalon that wasn’t trying to kill Nayomi’s party. The current threat was a pack of lions with stars on their pelts. They were quite beautiful, but also quite deadly.
And the party couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched by some higher presence. Almost like an unseen entity that was commanding the lions to attack them. It would sometimes speak to Nayomi as well.
“Surrender now... and you will be spared.”