October 18th, 2031
Wang Xiao finally had a moment of peace, a rare luxury after months of continuous battles, standing as a silent guardian against an unknown enemy.
But the world outside was far from quiet.
"Are you seeing this?" one of the viewers whispered in disbelief, eyes glued to the screen of a flickering livestream that had come to life at exactly midnight.
DING!
The clock struck twelve, the screen transitioning as the date shifted to October 18th.
Across the world, millions watched, breath held in collective anticipation.
The chatter buzzed through the air.
"He's going to move any second now!" someone shouted excitedly. "The Eighth Prince will crush them!"
The excitement was almost palpable, as people expected the Eighth Prince to lead his army and wipe out the Skinwalkers once and for all.
Alaska had become a hotbed of terror, with rumors swirling about Skinwalkers hiding in the shadows.
