Selene the Silver Luna
The crimson moon cast an eerie, blood-red sheen over the Silver Fang fortress.
Shadow specters descended like a swarm of locusts, their icy claws tearing into the stone walls. Pack warriors fought valiantly below, their wolf howls ringing out against the roar of dark magic. But the spectral legion was relentless, pressing closer to the central courtyard with every passing second.
Above the chaos, the Arch-Hunter hovered in the dark air, a towering void of swirling obsidian smoke and jagged armor.