After breaking through the indifference of the Ice Pack and gaining the trust of Alpha Boreas, Lyra, Kaelan, and Elara set about the task of cleansing the Eyes of Memory. The Ice Chamber, where the artifacts rested, was a place of extraordinary aura – cold, but now, with hope, it began to pulse with a delicate, bluish light.
Lyra approached the icy pedestal upon which the Eyes of Memory rested – one crystal blue, the other green, both now more lustrous. She placed her hands on them, feeling their ancient power react to her presence. She also felt the pain the Shadow of Oblivion had sown in their essence – a subtle, pervasive coldness that did not destroy but suppressed.
"We must cleanse them of this indifference," Lyra told Boreas. "We must restore their ability to see the full truth, without the veil of oblivion."
Boreas nodded, his icy eyes filled with focus. Behind him stood his pack, initially skeptical, now full of hope. Their hearts were slowly melting under the influence of the Song of Life.
Lyra closed her eyes and allowed the Song of Life to resonate in her mind, then flow through her hands into the Eyes of Memory. This time, the Song was gentle, like melting ice, permeating every atom of the crystals. She focused on warm memories, on bonds, on love and compassion.
A delicate mist began to rise from the Eyes of Memory, immediately dissolving into the air. This was the essence of indifference that the Shadow of Oblivion had sown in the Ice Pack. The more mist vanished, the brighter the crystals became, and their glow took on a warm, golden hue that contrasted with the cold chamber.
Suddenly, hundreds of luminous rays shot from the Eyes of Memory, striking the cave walls, creating flashes of memories on them. These were memories of ancient times, when the Ice Pack was part of a great covenant, when their hearts were open to others. There were scenes of laughter, joy, shared hunts, and… sorrow for lost friends from other packs. They saw how the Shadow of Oblivion slowly, imperceptibly, severed these bonds.
The Ice Pack werewolves watched in shock and pain. Their own memories began to return with greater force, and with them… tears. Tears that had long been frozen in their hearts.
"I feel it," one of the elder warriors whispered, his voice broken. "I feel the pain of loss, but also… joy that I remember."
Boreas, who had been observing from the side, felt his own heart melting. He knelt beside Lyra, his hands trembling. "Thank you, Luna," he said, his voice filled with deep emotion. "You have given us back our hearts. You have given us back our Song."
Lyra, exhausted but with a feeling of immense fulfillment, opened her eyes. The Eyes of Memory now shone with a full, warm glow. Their power was fully awakened.
"Now you can see the truth," Lyra said. "The truth about what happened. And the truth about what awaits us."
Boreas looked at the Eyes of Memory. His eyes gleamed as he understood. "Will they show us… the way?"
Lyra nodded. "They will show us the way to other bearers of Primeval Magic. They will show us where the Shadow of Oblivion is most active. But above all, they will show us the way to understand how to defeat it."
Over the next few days, the Ice Pack, having regained their hearts, began to organize. Their indifference gave way to determination. They began sending out scouts to contact other packs with whom they had long lost connection.
Lyra spent time studying the Eyes of Memory more deeply. She saw in them not only bastions but also subtle lines of connection between them that the Shadow of Oblivion tried to sever. She also saw other, small points of light – places where Primeval Magic was dormant in individual werewolves, not necessarily Lunas or Alphas, but those who could strengthen the Song of Life. This was what Aeris spoke of – the true network.
Aeris spoke to Lyra in her mind: Yes, Luna. Uniting those who possess Primeval Magic is the key. The more voices sing the Song of Life, the more powerful its essence becomes. But remember that the Shadow's Network also grows stronger. The more memories it consumes, the greater the void becomes.
Lyra felt Seraphina getting closer. Her visions were more frequent and intense. She saw her gathering dark allies, whispering words of hatred and doubt. It was a warning.
Then, through the Eyes of Memory, Lyra saw something that troubled her. She saw a vision of a distant pack, the Black Forest Pack, hidden deep within an ancient wilderness. Their aura was dark, and their eyes were filled with darkness. These were not Shadows, but werewolves who had been corrupted by the Shadow of Oblivion in a different way – through hatred and anger. Their memories were not erased, but distorted.
Aeris explained: These are those who consciously embraced the void, transforming it into dark power. They are agents of the Shadow, though they believe they serve their own will. They are dangerous, Luna. Their Song of Life has been twisted into a cry of hatred.
Lyra understood that they not only had to fight the Shadow but also its victims who had become its allies. This was the most disturbing discovery.
"We must go east," Lyra said to Kaelan and Elara, pointing to a spot on the Map of the Primordials that now, thanks to the Eyes of Memory, pulsed with a darker aura. "To the Black Forest Pack. They are not consumed by the Shadow. They are… corrupted. We must cleanse them. We must reclaim them."
Kaelan and Elara looked at each other. This would be the most difficult challenge. Fighting brothers and sisters who had been led astray.
Boreas approached them. "Your warriors are ready. The northern mountains are now your ally. We will show you the way."
United with the Ice Pack, with new, unsettling knowledge about enemies who had consciously embraced darkness, Lyra was ready for the next stage of her mission. She knew the path to the Song of Life was winding, but with each step, she grew stronger, and her goal became clearer.