The vision of the Primeval Beings' fleet and Seraphina as their vanguard struck Lyra like lightning. The time for preparation was over. The arrival of a threat that would reduce their world to an emotionless order was inevitable. Lyra immediately gathered the New Council, relaying the last vision and calling them to arms.
"They are coming," she announced, her voice calm but filled with determination. "The vision did not lie. Seraphina is their tool. We must face them, not with hatred, but with balance. Only the Song of Balance can stop their logic."
The werewolves, though terrified by the scale of the threat, were united. Since the Great Awakening, the packs had learned to cooperate, and the Song of Balance that Lyra had imparted to them had become their common strength.
The first strike came with a speed and precision that stunned the world. The gleaming, geometric ships Lyra had envisioned emerged from portals above all key bastions of the Song of Life simultaneously. This was not the bombardment they had expected from invaders. Instead, thousands of shimmering blue beams were unleashed from each ship, not destroying, but enveloping the bastions, creating emotion-suppressing bubbles.
The City of Whispers, the first victim, suddenly fell silent. Its inhabitants, wrapped in cold, blue light, stopped singing. Their Song was silenced, and their faces became blank. There was no panic, no fear, only indifference.
The Black Forest Pack, though hardened in battle, was also affected. Their Heart of the Forest began to fade under the pressure of suppression. The Desert Pack felt their elemental bonds weaken, and in the Ice Pack, their newly regained emotions began to recede.
From each ship, columns of gleaming automatons, the same ones Lyra had fought in the Darkness Below, began to descend. Their movements were silent and precise, and their goal was to spread suppression and "correct" the Song of Life.
Above the Source Cave, the largest ship appeared, pulsating with a cold, colorless glow. From within, Seraphina's familiar, metallic voice resonated: "Correction initiated. Emotional objects undergoing transformation. Resistance is illogical."
Lyra, Kaelan, and Elara, along with the Alphas and the strongest warriors, stood outside the Source Cave. They watched as the world around them lost its colors, as the Song of Life quieted. This was more terrifying than an overt attack.
"Song of Balance!" Lyra cried, her voice echoing across the desolate landscape. "We cannot let them suppress our emotions! Remember, the Song is not just joy and anger! It is also acceptance and understanding!"
Lyra raised the Crystal of Harmony. From her hands and from the Source of Primeval Magic, a wave of rainbow-colored light erupted, colliding with the blue beam from Seraphina's vessel. It was a collision of two Songs – the Song of Logic and the Song of Balance.
The werewolves rushed into battle. This was not a traditional fight. Kaelan, with the help of the Song of Balance, created dynamic barriers that did not repel the Primeval Beings' attacks but transformed them, dispersing their energy in a way that prevented emotional suppression. Elara, in her wolf form, used her intuition to find weak points in the logical patterns of the attacking automatons.
Varg and the Black Forest warriors used the Song of Balance to connect with the essence of the earth, creating shields of roots and rocks that were resistant to logical suppression. Boreas and the Ice Pack, using the Song of Balance, created ice barriers that absorbed and dispersed the energy of the Primeval Beings, as if dancing with their logic. Karkan from the Desert Pack, utilizing the Song of Balance, could manipulate dust and sand, creating vortices that disrupted the precise movements of the automatons.
The battle was fierce and exhausting. The werewolves felt their minds attacked by cold logic that tried to convince them their struggle was illogical and meaningless. But Lyra would not let them break. She spoke to them through the Song, reminding them of their bonds, their memories, their emotions.
"Seraphina!" Lyra's voice, amplified by the Song of Balance, reached inside the ship. "This is not order! This is emptiness! Remember who you were! Remember the Song of Life!"
In response, the beam from the ship intensified, and Seraphina's voice became firmer: "Illogical. Data insufficient. Eliminating chaos."
However, Lyra noticed a subtle, almost invisible flicker in the light emanating from the ship. It was a moment of hesitation, a small flaw in the perfect logic. These had to be the Anomalies. There had to be others who felt the Song of Life.
"Look for anomalies!" Lyra shouted to Elara. "They must be in their system! This is our chance!"
Elara immediately understood. Her wolf eyes scanned the gleaming ships, trying to discern the slightest imperfection, the smallest disturbance in the logical pattern.
The invasion of the Primeval Beings had just begun. The world burned under the cold light of logic. But Lyra and her werewolves, with the new Song of Balance in their hearts, were ready to face any challenge so that the Song of Life would never be silenced. They knew this would be the hardest fight of their lives – a fight not for survival, but for the soul of the entire universe.