The village of Haven's Hollow exuded a sense of tranquility, its warm lantern light spilling onto the cobblestone streets. The survivors from Briar Hollow had settled into the makeshift shelters offered by the townsfolk, and for the first time in what felt like weeks, there was a collective sense of safety. But Ryuto, leaning against the inn's sturdy wooden frame, couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in his chest.
He turned his gaze to the horizon, where the faint glow of stars met the black expanse of forest. The memories of the shadow wolf, the glowing golden streaks, and the destruction of Briar Hollow refused to fade.
Inside the inn, Celeste stirred in her bed, her pale complexion gradually regaining color. Despite her exhaustion, her thoughts were far from restful. She clutched her staff, the faint residual magic from her earlier spells still pulsing weakly through its wood. Nina sat beside her, half-asleep but still vigilant, her hand resting on Celeste's arm.