The fortress was a maze of shadow and stone.
Kael led the elite rescue team silently through winding corridors, their paws and claws muffled against the cold floors. Every shadow seemed alive, every echo a potential threat.
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“The path is clear… for now,” Kael whispered, voice low but urgent. “Stay sharp. One mistake, and we lose her forever.”
Wolves nodded, muscles tense, eyes flicking to every doorway, every stairwell. Fear, determination, and loyalty thrummed through the team like a living pulse.
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Inside the temple, Aria struggled against the ancient chains binding her wrists. Her silver energy flared in desperate bursts, crackling along the metal.
She drew deep from the Moon Goddess blessing coursing through her veins, feeling its raw, divine energy surge.
The chains resisted,
