Moon City, Nightingale Kingdom.
A cold and heavy silence descended inside Helene Godfrey's office. For a brief moment, she even gave birth to the notion that she might have heard it wrong.
After all, there was no way her friend could have possibly known about her association with the Cult of Bones. In the centuries that she'd lived in the Federation, she had strongly guarded this secret.
No one knew about it. No one was supposed to…
"…What?" Helene let out a soft chuckle. "Your sense of humor has gotten really strange, Berger."
The elderly gnome deeply looked into Helene's eyes, his lips curling into a cold smirk. "Is that so?"
Suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees. Helene felt an intense foreboding feeling grip her heart. In the next moment, the darkness behind her came alive. It surged forward, materializing into a silhouette of a giant black wolf.
