The sky above the Blood-Moon Valley had turned a bruised, electric purple. The State Trade Union’s airship hovered like a predatory kite, its spotlights cutting through the forest canopy, but the "Dampening Field" had already begun its descent. A shimmering, translucent dome of ionized silver fell over the clearing, instantly snuffing out the magical glow of the High Elder’s dagger and forcing the triplets’ spectral wolf-spirit to evaporate into mist.
Willow felt the sudden, agonizing drain on her strength. Beside her, Leo, Mia, and Toby collapsed to their knees, clutching their heads as the field suppressed their Sovereign frequencies.
"Bane!" Willow screamed, reaching for Hunter’s massive werewolf form.
Hunter—in his primal *Bane* state—let out a roar of pure, unadulterated defiance.
