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That night felt like a mistake.Not just because the sky was covered in dark clouds, leaving not a single star behind, or because the cold air pierced straight to the bone. It was more than that—there was something unseen, something impossible to explain, yet unmistakably present.Pressure.Silence.And a sense of dread that couldn’t be avoided.The forest surrounding the kingdom of Werewolfia was usually alive at night. The chirping of crickets, the rustling of wind through the leaves, and the faint footsteps of nocturnal creatures moving behind the bushes were all part of its nightly rhythm.But tonight—there was nothing.The silence wasn’t ordinary.It was suffocating.As if all of nature had chosen to fall quiet… because it knew something was about to happen.In the courtyard of the Werewolfia kingdom, Brizella stood.Alone.Her hands were tightly clasped together until her knuckles turned white. Her breathing was uneven. Her chest felt heavy, as though something was pressing fro