The battlefield stretched for miles, scarred by fire, blood, and the echoing howls of wolves. Aria’s army was battered but relentless, her silver aura blazing as a beacon for her loyal packs.
Yet even in the chaos, the unseen influence of Lyra lingered. Though she had sacrificed herself in the temple, her corrupted energy left a mark on the battlefield. Enemy soldiers hesitated at strange moments, stumbled without reason, and turned on one another in brief flashes of confusion.
Aria sensed it, the residual echoes of Lyra’s manipulation. It was subtle, almost invisible—but deadly effective.
Amidst the chaos, not all packs were steadfast. A previously neutral alliance, fearful of Aria’s growing Moon Goddess power, shifted allegiance under pressure. Their hesitation turned into outright de
