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Amelia approaches the pedestal, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She reaches out, her hand trembling slightly, and slowly lifts the Moonstone from its resting place. It feels cool in her palm, resonating with a power she can barely comprehend. The weight of the world, along with the hope of ending Fenrir's reign, rests in her hands.

But as Amelia turns to face her companions, a low growl reverberates through the chamber. The doors they entered slam shut, trapping them inside. Startled, they whirl around to find Fenrir, the massive and terrifying werewolf, standing before them, his eyes burning with malice.

Fenrir smirks, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Did you really think it would be so easy, mortals? The Moonstone cannot be wielded against me. It is merely a vessel, a trick to lure fools like you."

Amelia grips the Moonstone tighter, her resolve unshaken. "We will find a way to stop you, Fenrir. The power of love and unity will always triumph over darkn