Elara's laughter echoed through her hidden lair, a place veiled from mortal eyes and shielded by magic older than time itself. Her layer shimmered with an ethereal glow as crystal orbs floated around, each holding the image of a different world, a different realm. She had spent centuries in this sanctum, observing, waiting, and preparing for this moment. Her fingertips brushed against a polished mirror, a mirror that revealed more than any human eye could perceive. Through it, she could witness every plot, every betrayal—and she was now watching Morgana and Lady Celeste.
The faint, shimmering images of Morgana and Celeste appeared within the mirror. Their plans to destroy Aria and claim the Winter Moon Pack echoed through the space as if the very air itself rebelled against such dark intentions. Elara's lips curved into a sly smile as she heard Lady Celeste sneer, "Even the Moon Goddess cannot save her."
