"The duel began with a roar that shook the earth."
The Festival courtyard transformed into something ancient and primal—a gladiatorial arena where supernatural law would be written in blood and sand.
Ritual drums thundered in the distance, their beat heavy and relentless, echoing the eternal pulse of the full moon hanging like a silver coin above our heads. The sound reverberated through the stone foundations of the Academy, calling to something deep in every werewolf's bones that remembered when disputes were settled through fang and claw rather than words and politics.
Torches were hastily lit around the traditional combat circle, their flames flickering orange and red against the ethereal silver glow of moonlight. The contrasting lights painted everything in stark relief—shadows danc
