The battlefield roared on. Wolves and rogues clashed in brutal waves, and the forest floor littered with broken bodies. Ethan tore through another rogue, his chest rising and falling heavily as he glanced toward Stella. She was still fighting, still standing, her courage radiating like a beacon in the blood-soaked dark. But then — something changed. The air shifted. At first, it was subtle , a chill running through the trees, a strange silence in the chaos. Then the ground trembled, faintly at first, then stronger, shaking beneath their feet. The howls, the snarls, the screams… all began to falter. A shadow spread across the battlefield, swallowing firelight, snuffing out torches as though the night itself had grown teeth. Nathan froze mid-swing, his blade hovering inches from a rogue’s throat. His eyes widened, his voice a hoarse whisper. "What is this?" Mark growled low, baring his teeth. "Something’s coming.""Or maybe someone. " He gulped. Stella felt it too — a weight
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