เข้าสู่ระบบThe vision shattered violently. Althea staggered backward as silver resonance burst around her in unstable waves, forcing nearby wolves to shield their eyes. The chamber beneath Nightfall trembled again. Dust rained from the ceiling. And across from her— Lucien nearly collapsed. The corruption inside him reacted immediately to the connection. Black veins spread farther across his neck before silver resonance pushed against them again through the counterpart bond. The two forces clashed visibly beneath his skin. “Lucien!” Althea rushed toward him instinctively. This time Varis did not stop her. Because now he understood something important. The counterpart bond was no longer only transmitting pain. It was transmitting resonance itself. Lucien caught himself against the fractured stone wall, breathing hard. His eyes briefly flickered black. Then silver again. Seraphine’s expression darkened immediately. “The corruption is adapting faster.” Kael looked deeply offended
The corruption reached the inner districts of Blackwood before midnight. And once it spread there— fear truly began. The lower civilian quarter had descended into chaos. Families barricaded themselves inside stone homes while Blackwood warriors fought corrupted wolves through the snow-covered streets outside. Blue flame resonance flashed constantly across the darkness. Screams echoed through the fortress valleys. And above everything— the storm continued growing. Commander Ryden stood atop the eastern wall breathing heavily, blood running down one side of his face. Below him, corrupted wolves clawed against the broken outer gate while Blackwood defenders desperately tried to contain the breach. “We’re losing the lower district!” a warrior shouted. Another stumbled forward moments later carrying an injured wolf whose arm had already blackened beneath the corruption. “Commander—” Ryden looked toward the wound and immediately understood the problem. The corr
The fortress alarms screamed through Blackwood without stopping. Deep. Violent. Ancient horns echoed across the frozen cliffs while wolves rushed through the fortress corridors in organized chaos. But beneath the discipline— panic was spreading. Commander Ryden shoved Theron backward hard enough to crack the corridor wall before turning sharply toward the guards. “Get the healers to the inner chambers!” The guards obeyed immediately. No hesitation. No arguments. That was Blackwood. Even during terror. Theron lunged again. Ryden ducked beneath corrupted claws and drove blue flame resonance directly into the wolf’s chest. The blast finally sent Theron crashing through the corridor archway into the lower stairwell. But still— the corrupted wolf did not die. Black resonance pulsed through the stairwell beneath him like living veins. Adapting. Repairing. Changing. Ryden stared in growing horror. “How do we kill this thing?” One of the older g
Blue flame resonance exploded across the medical chamber as the guards attacked. Theron crashed through the shattered barrier anyway. The corrupted wolf slammed directly into one of the Blackwood guards, sending both of them crashing through a stone support pillar hard enough to shake the entire lower hall. Screams erupted instantly. “Move!” “Get the healers out!” “Contain it!” Theron no longer resembled the disciplined captain Blackwood once knew. His body had twisted beneath the corruption. Black resonance veins pulsed beneath torn flesh while silver light flickered unnaturally through his eyes. Not fully wolf. Not fully alive. The corrupted creature lunged again. A guard barely blocked the strike before blackened claws tore through his armor like paper. Blood sprayed across the chamber walls. Commander Ryden moved immediately. His wolf surged forward violently as he slammed into Theron from the side, driving the corrupted wolf into the far wall with enough force to
The war room inside Blackwood remained frozen long after the whisper disappeared. No one spoke immediately. No one moved. The cold presence that had passed through the fortress walls lingered like invisible frost beneath their skin. Commander Ryden slowly straightened from the strategy table. “What… was that?” No one answered. Because every wolf in the room already knew the truth. Whatever they had just felt— it was alive. Outside the fortress, warning horns echoed across Blackwood’s outer walls. The territory had become restless over the last three days. Wolves patrolled constantly. Borders remained sealed. And rumors spread faster every hour. Ryden moved toward the war room windows sharply. Snowstorm winds tore through the pine forests surrounding Blackwood Keep, but something else disturbed the territory now. The wolves. Even from the fortress towers, he could see them. Pack wolves pacing restlessly through the lower streets. Some partially shifting without warn
Far from Nightfall, the world was already changing. Snow drifted silently across the cliffs of Duskwater Territory, covering the forests in pale silver beneath the early dawn sky. At first glance, everything looked peaceful. Quiet. Normal. Then the screaming started. “He’s burning!” A woman burst through the healer hall doors carrying a teenage boy in her arms. His body convulsed violently as silver resonance pulsed beneath his skin like fire trapped inside flesh. The healers rushed forward immediately. “Lay him down!” “Hold his arms!” “Don’t let him shift!” The boy screamed again as claws forced halfway through his fingers uncontrollably. Silver veins spread along his neck while unstable resonance cracked through the wooden floor beneath the bed. Elder Healer Maelis grabbed his wrist sharply. And her face immediately paled. “It’s another awakening.” The room fell silent. Terrified silence. Three awakenings in two days. That had never happened before. Not in Duskwa







