The stillness of the room was broken only by the steady pulse of Asha's heart and the quiet crackling of the torches on the walls. Her fingers tightened around the scroll, the weight of its contents heavy in her hands. The truth was before her: the Soulbone Imprint was the key, not just to her people's destruction, but their salvation. Yet, there was a gnawing dread in her chest, a realization that breaking the Blood Pact would not be a simple task.
Behind her, the Werebeast paced restlessly, its massive form a silent reminder of the twisted legacy the royal family had created. Though chained, the creature's eyes glowed with malevolent intelligence, a stark contrast to the broken, corrupted beasts Asha had encountered in her search for answers. This was not a mindless monster. It was the
