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Hence, it was not a living thing. Roar, roar, roar! The Dragon’s terrain let out another draconic roar at this point. Tyr’s body became extremely restless without him even realizing what was going on. His blood was boiling inside him. The next second he knew, a golden halo erupted from his body. Soon, some strange golden runes surrounded him. “Tyr, what’s the matter with you?” Seeing this scene, the others on the side were all stunned. “It’s the book of the Song of the Empire!”

Wizards compare runes to my blood patterns. Generals open fleet channels. Plans form fast. Alliances forge in fire. Earth bleeds below—black scars spreading. But the Storm Queen has arrived. The pack is coming. The Court is rising. We will not fall. We will fight. For every city. For every life. For our world. **To be continued…**

Messengers arrived constantly with reports: strange energy storms, ancient ruins activating, wolves experiencing shared dreams across distant packs. The world itself was reacting. Selene placed an old scroll onto the war table. “We found this in the restricted archives,” she said. The parchment looked older than anything I had seen before, its ink glowing faintly silver. Theodore unfolded it carefully. At the top was a title written in ancient script: The Cycle of Balance. Selene translated slowly. “When imbalance reaches its peak, the Blood Heir awakens.” “When the Heir meets the Keeper of Order…” she glanced at me briefly, “…the Final Trial begins.”

“Then it’s started.” I tilted my head. “What has?” He reached into his jacket and pulled out an old book, the leather cracked and worn with age. He handed it to me. “Read that. It’s a journal from a former Alpha—one who claimed to have encountered the Lunari before they vanished.” I opened it carefully, the pages yellowed and delicate. “They talked about the awakening,” he said. “A moment when the bloodline reclaims its magic. It begins slowly—energy, visions, changes in perception. But it grows. And once it’s fully awakened… you won’t be able to hide anymore.”

I tasted iron on my tongue and smiled. Rael stumbled as another tremor shook the citadel. “He’s bleeding into the runes! They’re overloading!” “Exactly what we need.” I rose, spreading my hands. The runes responded, drinking the power until the light turned blinding. “The more he gives, the deeper he sinks.” Outside, through the narrow windows, the valley twisted with fire and shadow. I could feel every heartbeat in that field, every scream swallowed by the storm. It was music, and I was its composer.

Let me destroy them both. My body hit the rocks. Pain. Darkness. But then... something else. A surge of power, ancient and wild, wrapping around my broken bones. Heat flooded through me, electric and alive. A voice whispered through the void, feminine and eternal: Your prayer is heard, daughter of the moon. You were never weak. You were never broken. You were dormant, waiting. Rise again. Awaken your true self. And take everything they tried to steal. Then everything went black...

“You are saying that millions of worlds or dimensions or even parallel planes could potentially decide to wage war on Silver Crest?” “Silver Crest has been invaded once before and because of that, I recognise this words on this strange book because I have seen it before. It is Norse Language. The alphabets are called Runes. Every word scribbled is imbued with spells. This is a book of spells and stories.” “Can you read it?” I asked. “I do not want to but I have this feverish need to glimpse into the secrets this book holds.” He answered. “What of the repercussions of reading it?” I asked. “Surely there has to be one.”

“Not even a sketch?” “No. Not even a sketch. I know this isn’t from a basic Runebound ritual.” “Good. Because it’s not,” she said, flipping through a hefty tome, the runes carved into the cover glowing as it opened to an exact midair page. “This is not your magic, Kellan. Or any werewolf's.”

He raised the blade, and the runes ignited with an eerie glow. The world around them shuddered. A deep, guttural sound echoed through the ruins, like the wail of something ancient waking from a long slumber. The shadows thickened, coiling around the throne, resisting the pull of the ritual. The Veil did not intend to let go without a fight. A figure stepped forward from the darkness, its form flickering between solid and smoke. The First King. But this time, he was not alone. Dozens of figures emerged from the shadows, kings of old, their eyes hollow, their bodies wrapped in spectral chains.

I sat down on the pillow and she sat across from me. The first man on the scroll went by the name Lyrien. Lyrien was a brooding, loyal knight who according to what's stated here had some deep connections with Eldrador. I don't think that I have seen him before but he was selected to represent one of the four elements: Earth. The second man was Caspien, a calm and enigmatic healer with the power to control tides and he represented the water. He was from the Asttland kingdom far away from here.