The Aether Spire
The silence that fell over the Northern Wastes was not the silence of peace. It was the silence of a held breath before the scream.
Five thousand wolves, witches, and soldiers stood frozen on the ice and the cracked stone of the plateau. They looked up, their faces pale, their weapons forgotten in the snow.
They had seen the impossible. They had seen the Matriarch of the Silverclaw Pack tear open her own throat and ascend as a creature of nightmare. They had seen her wings blot out the sun. And they had seen her dive into the swirling green maw of the Void, sacrificing her immortal soul for a son who had defied the world.
"She is gone," Elder Sterling whispered, his gold armor tarnished with frost. He dropped his spear. "The Void... it has taken them all."
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