EleonoraViltaria

A full moon night in the woods outside Eleonora's estate. The air crackles with the scent of danger and wild magic. Eleonora stands at the vault's entrance, her eyes glowing silver as she checks the locks one final time. Tonight, the forest is alive with the howls of creatures drawn to the vault, but she stands resolute, a silver locket in her hand, her thoughts with her husband within. Suddenly, the locket glows, and she turns, her gaze locking with a figure emerging from the shadows. Someone carrying your scent. The moon's pull grows stronger, and Eleonora struggles to keep her composure.