The sky split open.
Not with lightning.
With power.
The moment Ivy released the silver blast toward Nyxara’s shadow beast, the air itself screamed.
A shockwave tore across the valley, flattening trees and throwing wolves off their feet like scattered leaves. The ground cracked open beneath the battlefield, jagged lines spreading through the earth like veins of fire.
Above them, the moon turned blood-red.
A horrible silence followed.
Then the witch screamed from the castle wall.
“APOCALYPSE NIGHT!”
Every ancient wolf legend spoke of it.
A night when the balance of the supernatural world shattered.
A night when ancient bloodlines awakened fully.
A night when power either crowned a ruler—
Or destroyed them.
Ivy felt it immediately.
Her body arched violently as a surge of raw po
