The first horn sounded at dawn. The second came moments later. By the third horn, everyone in Blackthorn City understood: the capital was under siege.Smoke rose from the eastern districts. Shadow creatures poured through shattered gates and broken walls, moving like living nightmares. Their eyes burned crimson, their claws tore through stone, and every wound they inflicted spread darkness through flesh.Soldiers fought desperately. Wolves shifted and joined the battle, while healers rushed between the injured. Families fled, children cried, and above it all, the Silver Guardian howled—a sound ancient enough to shake the sky itself.### The War RoomInside the palace war room, chaos reigned. Commanders shouted reports, messengers arrived every few minutes, and maps littered the large oak table, their surfaces covered nearly halfway in dark red markers indicating fallen sectors.Killian stood at the center, clad once more in the black armor of the Alpha King, its golden markings glowin
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