Ryker's words echoed in Emilia's mind: "Let's do it."
Together, they strategized, gathering allies and resources.
Their goal: dismantle the Red Hand.
But Emilia knew the Archon wouldn't stop until they claimed the mirror's power.
Aria arrived, her expression grim. "We've located the Red Hand's stronghold."
Luca growled, his werewolf senses on high alert.
Emilia nodded. "Let's move."
The team infiltrated the stronghold, avoiding guards and traps.
Emilia's heart pounded as they neared the mirror's chamber.
The Archon awaited, surrounded by robed figures.
"Welcome, Emilia," the Archon said, voice dripping with malice.
Emilia's crossbow snapped up. "You'll never control the werewolves."
The Archon smiled. "I already do."
With a wave of its hand, the robed figures revealed their faces.
Werewolves, their eyes glowing yellow.
Emilia's world crashed.
The Archon had turned them.
Ryker's eyes blazed. "We'll stop you."
The Archon's laughter echoed. "Too late."
The mirror flared, its power coursing through the werewolves.
Emilia knew they had to act fast.
But as she raised her crossbow, a figure appeared beside her.
Olivia.
"Emilia, don't," Olivia said, her voice laced with desperation.
Emilia's heart wrenched. "Olivia, what are you doing?"
Olivia's gaze locked onto hers. "I'm saving you."
From the shadows, a voice whispered, "Not yet."
The battle had just begun.
And Emilia's alliances were about to be tested.