The air in the city gradually turned cold as dusk drew its amber curtain across the sky. The last rays of sunlight slipped between the white stone towers, casting elongated shadows like silent hands reaching for the heavens. In a quiet alley, the footsteps of Sylvia, Alicia, and Stacia echoed softly but steadily, moving away from Elara's house now swallowed once more by silence.
For a while, none of them spoke. The information they had just received spun around in their minds about the Lycanthropes, about the gods trapped in this world, about the wolf from another realm and the chaos pulsing through the blood of those creatures.
But more than all of that it was about Sylvia herself.
Alicia finally broke the silence in a gentle voice. "Are you really sure… we'll face them? The gods?"
Sylvia didn't answer immediately. She stopped at the end of the alley, gazing at the darkening sky. Her eyes narrowed, as if she were looking at something far deeper than what was visible.
