The shadows slithered across the walls like living smoke, their dark forms twisting and solidifying into armored figures. They were faceless, featureless except for the gleaming weapons they carried—swords, spears, and shields that looked as if they’d been forged from pure obsidian. The room grew colder with each passing second, the air thick and oppressive. Astrid tightened her grip on my hand, her breathing steady despite the clear danger surrounding us. “Kael,” she said softly, her voice calm but urgent. “I see them,” I replied, stepping in front of her instinctively, my wolf snarling in my chest. The figures stood motionless for a moment, as if waiting for a command. Then, all at once, they began to move, their weapons raised as they advanced on us. “There’s too many,” Astrid said, her voice strained but not panicked. “We’ve faced worse,” I growled, unsheathing my blade. My wolf surged forward, the need to protect her overriding every other thought. The first shadow
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