The growl emanating from the cemetery grew louder, resonating with a primal, otherworldly force that sent shivers through everyone nearby. It sounded like a creature that belonged to another world, one twisted by dark magic and years of decay. As the growl faded, an eerie silence blanketed New Haven, broken only by the nervous rustling of villagers shifting uneasily in their positions.
George stood near the perimeter, eyes locked on the cemetery. Beside him, Lucy gripped her weapon tightly, her face pale but determined. Behind them, Stephanie, Jackie, and Akari took defensive positions, each poised for the oncoming assault. They had prepared as best they could, but the gnawing uncertainty of what lay ahead had everyone on edge.
