The scent of burning wood lingered in the air, mixing with the crisp night wind. The moon was high, casting long shadows over the Enigma's encampment. Wolves moved in and out of the large, makeshift tents, their voices low, their eyes flickering with distrust. The tension sat thick, coiling around the camp like an unspoken threat.
She insisted to be on the watch even though she know more than anyone else that it will be a suicide, a dangerous move. Those Arcane Vampires are on the run to get her and so are those dark creatures that's been tailing her, waiting for her to bleed.
