The wind rustled through the treetops as silver moonlight glimmered across his nine tails.
Every step he took was a song of ancient legend, speaking of love, mystery, and a power beyond imagination.
She stood there, listening to the whispers of his soul… the only voice meant for her.
A full moon night. The vast sky was adorned with a pearlescent moon that bathed the dense forest in silver light. A chilly wind sweeping down from the high peaks continuously rustled the ancient oak leaves, making them clap together in a rhythm that sounded just like heavy footsteps relentlessly approaching.
Elara, in her thin cloak, walked deeper into the darkness. She wasn't guided by sight, but by a faint call echoing in the depths of her soul—a song so beautiful and mysterious, she could not resist it.
"What... what am I hearing?" she whispered to herself, clenching her fists, trying to control her erratic pulse. "It's not just the wind... it's a melody."
Ahead of her, a tall stone monolith covered in moss and vines came into view. And there stood Kael. His silhouette was both magnificent and dangerous. His nine tails, swaying gently in the dark, were drenched in moonlight, shining with a shimmering silver light, like threads of starlight.
Kael intently looked up at the full moon before slowly beginning to chant the song—The Nine-Tailed Ballad—his voice was pure and powerful, yet strangely fragile.
"I am the song... waiting for someone to hear it through." His voice wasn't spoken aloud, but whispered directly into Elara's heart, like an undeniable pact.
Elara gathered her courage and stepped closer, slowly. Her pulse was racing, almost painfully, a blend of excitement to discover the truth and fear of what she was about to face. This was the starting point of the mystery she had never understood, and a sign that the world would never be the same was finally revealing itself to her.