Celestia sat by the small window, the dagger in her hands. The silver blade caught the moonlight, making it shine faintly in the dark room. The handle was shaped like a wolf’s head—sharp eyes, fangs bared, its design carved with great care. It looked more like a gift than a weapon. But Maraño said it helped him kill the Nightmare Wolf.
She stared at it.
A dagger… for a beast like that?
Celestia didn’t know if she believed it.
The Nightmare Wolf was no ordinary creature. It was something that could break armies, something that lived in the deepest fears of the South. Some said it had once been a man. Others said it was born from magic gone wrong. But whatever it was… it was powerful.
More powerful than her.
She remembered Maraño’s words clearly. His voice was calm, but serious.
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