The manager leaned in close, her shoulders trembling as if a violent fever had taken hold of her body.
"They found the orb," she whispered, her voice barely carrying across the small space between us. Her hands worked frantically in her lap, ripping a paper tissue into tiny, ragged shreds. "That ancient artifact... it grants them terrifying speed. They can hunt and devour more innocent people in a single night than they used to harvest in an entire month."
I sat completely still, my eyes blinking as I processed the words. An orb? I had absolutely no idea what kind of dark magic or weapon she was describing. But the manager pressed on without pause, detailing the frantic reports pouring in from the perimeter scouts, the local enforcement, and the pack guards patrolling the territory borde
