The skies above the Ghost Village trembled with black smoke as fires raged across the distant northern walls. Chaos poured through every crack in the once impenetrable defenses.
The Stolks—grotesque, monkey-like demons with blood-red eyes and knotted limbs—had launched a surprise raid with shocking precision. Their numbers surged through the outskirts like a demonic tide, their guttural howls piercing the morning air.
Lady Fares stood at the heart of the war chamber with Alice. The echoes of the alarm horns still rang through the corridors of the Ghost Palace.
"Another attack!!" Alice exclaimed.
"They moved faster than expected." Lady Fares said, narrowing her eyes at the map sprawled across the war table.
"No doubt Coris had a hand in this," Alice muttered. Her fists clenched.
" We must get her and make her pay for this."
Alice's face darkened. She adjusted her gloves, already clad in a light armor that shimmered with spectral shadow patterns.
