The wall groaned like a dying beast.
Every stone shuddered under the weight of the Grave Alpha’s blows, each strike of his burning blade carving new fissures into its foundations. Dust rained down in choking clouds, wolves stumbled as the ground trembled beneath their feet.
Elinora stood atop the fractured dais, the Spine heavy in her grasp. The cracks beneath her pulsed faintly, their glow unstable, flickering as though the valley itself feared what was coming.
Her wolf whispered, grim. This is the moment, Elinora. Walls are not eternal. Not stone, not steel, not flesh. Everything breaks. The only question is what you will do when it does.
The Grave Alpha struck again.
His blade slammed into the wall, and this time the stones split wide. A thunderous c***k split the air as a section
