Howling their battle cry, the Ironclaw Pack led by Fane, the beast with silver eyes, pointed to two people riding horse and running away from them on the edge of a valley.

A screeching noise echoed in the forest as arrows were released towards the blue cloaked woman. As an arrow hit her into the shoulder, she screamed while her black-cloaked companion encouraged her, as their eyes flared with determination.

"Hold on, Elara! We are almost there," the woman in black shouted startlingly. But her voice was strained.

But fate had other plans. A sudden cliff loomed ahead, and because of the speed due to belonging to the horse, she lost control. They all fell down in an invisible abyss.

Sorrowful, Elara opened a small leather-book taken from her dead friend. "Denne, no," she uttered, choked up. "The book, the book… it is of more relevance."

Now with rage, Elara changed the direction of the horse and rushed deeper into the forest. However, the Ironclaw Pack did not relent. Fane smartly expected this tactic from her understanding the situation. 

"She's reached the boundary, Sorceress," Fane snarled, his voice laced with triumph. "Nowhere left to run."

Elara notoriously activated a strong artifact in the form of a shining blue necklace. A powerful wave of energy suffused the barrier, causing its strength to flicker for an instant. She jumped at the chance, dashing headlong through the opening and into the unknown. 

Fane, however, managed to regain his breath, bolstered by rage, and immediately directed his men to pursue her. "You will inform Lord Malachar," he ordered. "The Confessor is cross the boundary. We should go after her." 

The moment the Ironclaw Pack stepped inside the woods, the stakes had never been higher regarding the apocalypse.