Part 1: The Gathering Howl
The gods are watching. And so are the monsters
The moon hung low, swollen and golden, casting long shadows across the Silverdale battlefield. Elizabeth stood at its heart, her eyes scanning the hills where fires burned dozens of camps stretching to the horizon. Every pack that still had strength had answered the call.
At her side stood Lucian, armored in midnight black, his greatsword Nightbane slung across his back. Behind them, the High Council of the Flame watched silently.
Kieran adjusted his gauntlets, muttering, “We’re not just a rebellion anymore. We’re a damn army.”
Saelith nodded, grimly. “And the war will come sooner than we hoped.”
Aria approached, her golden aura flickering nervously. “I felt something. In my dreams. The Forgotten God... it know
